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Cry Havoc™: The Shadow Who Danced With Death (But Lived To Tell The Tale)


Rurik Harrgath

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"It is a disgrace to grow old through sheer carelessness before seeing what manner of man you may become by developing your bodily strength and beauty to their highest limit." – Socrates

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They once called me Black Death.

I was once one of the Viz-jaq’taar.  As one of an ancient order of Mage-Slayers, I stalked rooftops like death made flesh and intimately called the shadows and twilight my home.  My wristblades ended lives innumerable, and I never questioned the indomitable psychic orders which were the will of my commanders. They taught me the art of mixing poisons, of harnessing my mind into a sharp blade, and trained me to be a perfect assassin.

However, the years of darkness weighed heavily on my mind and my dreams grew increasingly dreadful.  Unable to face another day at the beckon call of my faceless masters, I left without a word and abandoned that life for good; wandering for weeks or months, how many I still cannot be sure, I eventually found myself at the stone steps of an ancient monastery.  Within those walls I found myself among an order of warrior monks with impossible fortitude and powers, and there I was welcomed with open arms and taught to repress my darker instincts.  Instead I was shown how to harness my psychic potential into a shield or open palm rather than a dagger. The masters and the even Patriarch himself called me brother or son, where once I had only been a contract killer most my life.  Among these simple sacred warriors, I found comfort in their ascetic ways and routine, and learned to appreciate the simpler delights all around us, like the taste of the first autumn ale or smell of spring rains.  Where once I had refined toxins for death, I now studied how to create better tinctures for medicine or the brewing of fortifying elixirs to aid my brothers and their charges.

Midst these humble brothers, I was offered a home for life... but the Patriarch quietly acknowledged that their simple lives of study and training and guardianship were not meant for mine.  He then told me to go forth out into the world at large and experience trials and tribulation, but also to help others where I could, and always seek the simpler joys life has left in store for me.  Somewhere out there, he told me, I would find it within to forgive myself and love the man I am again.

Still, he encouraged me to return for further training whenever I could, and I find myself frequenting that hallowed sanctum often.  That Monastery is the only true home I know, though I do not spend as much time within those revered walls as I should.  Upon my return one day, I discovered my Order has been keeping a watchful guard on innumerable magic artifacts and relics untold for generations.  It is their calling, the Patriarch explained, and in time he hoped I would similarly guard such relics with my life as well.

But for now simply a wanderer and greater seeker of wisdoms and earthly delights, I am Harrgath of the Four Winds; when once I was death, having now stepped into the light…

I simply a Shadow.

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The Shadow is a Monk/Rogue multiclass archetype that specializes in stealth, psionic shadow abilities, and martial arts paired with devastating fist weaponry.  He is half assassin and half monk, trained first as a mage-slayer before finding refinement under monastic tutelage.  This impressive wandering adventurer has been called upon wherever he goes to infiltrate sanctums, protect communities from brigands, and even duel rogue magi as necessary – although he prefers an element of subtlety whenever possible. 

Shadow class skills include Acrobatics (Dex), Athletics (Str), Bluff (Cha), Climb (Str), Concentration (Con), Craft (Int), Deception (Int), Disable Device (Int), Escape Artist (Dex), Forgery (Int), Gather Information (Cha), Hide (Dex), Intimidate (Cha), Jump (Str), Knowledge (local) (Int), Knowledge (psionics) (Int), Move Silently (Dex), Open Lock (Dex), Sleight of Hand (Dex), Stealth (Dex), Use Magic Device (Cha).

 

Active Skills

  • [Two Weapon Fighting] (+DEX):  Though it takes many years to master, the key to properly wielding two weapons at once is always striking with one while seeking an opening with the other.  The best defense is a good offence.  It is a dance of blades, requiring finesse beyond measure.  A Shadow must be agile and always on the move to avoid incoming damage while maximizing his own, so I must stretch for five minutes (5:00) every day.  This ability deals one (1) damage per week and generates 1 (one) Chi Orb charge.
  • [Claw Mastery] (+DEX): Without a doubt the deadliest weapons in the monk’s repertoire, wristblades or the katar is the key to their dreadful efficiency.  To keep on top of their lethal game, Shadows train for years, day and night, never forsaking an opportunity to improve their dance of death, so I must complete 15+ hangboard pullups daily for a weekly total of over 110.  [Claw Mastery] deals one (1) damage each week.
  • [Six-Sided Strike] (+STR):  While training among the other adepts at the monastery, a Shadow seeks to master the art of striking so fast and with such lethality that even the most powerful of foes cannot escape the vicious onslaught.  This masterful ability is taught along with a well-known adage among veteran Shadows as, “Slow is smooth. Smooth is fast.”  Since practice makes perfect, I must practice handstands and ring muscle-ups each three (3) times per week.  Completing this goal contributes two (2) damage.
  • [Lashing Tail Kick] (+DEX, CON):  Known as the deadliest finisher technique a martial arts master can employ against a foe, the Lashing Tail Kick requires finesse, insight, and deadly focus even after years of study and practice.  To truly master this offensive strike, Shadows hone their bodies and their minds to deliver a barrage of strikes to weaken an opponent’s guard until a single perfect finishing kick can break their body.  I shall hone my body and mind through three (3) days each of Muay Thai and Kettlebell workouts.  Each workout deals one (1) damage each for a combo of six (6) total damage per week.

 

Discipline Skills

  • [Gourd of Healing] (+CON):  Years of hardships and long multi-days of training under veteran masters instill within adepts a deep discipline and almost supernatural resistance to illness, pain, and toxins.  Shadows carry with them a simple gourd canteen, when filled with spring water and gourd seeds, can sustain a Shadow well beyond the limits of any mortal human.  Thus I shall Intermittently Fast, as well as track and measure nutrition intake daily, with a daily goal of 98% Paleo compliance.  Strict compliance will generate one (1) Vitality Recharge every two weeks, which may be consumed to restore one (1) HP.
  • [Monastic Tradition] (+CHA):  All adepts are expected to maintain the monastery at large, but also their individual dormitories, training spaces, and to uphold a nearly impossible standard of upkeep for their equipment.  This sharpens a Shadow’s preparedness for battle, whatever the circumstances.   If cleanliness is next to godliness, I must maintain my minimalist mini-habit (put 2 pieces of clutter away when in a room) and complete a weekly Mini-Quest room cleaning.
  • [Mirror Image] (+CHA):  Though Shadows are taught to work alone, a master of sufficient psychic aptitude and spiritual fortitude can summon spectral shades that mimic his attacks to both distract and wither down any opponent, allowing him to expose a weakness and allow an effective, merciless strike.  Harnessing this ability should enable me to return-follow to every commenter and follow five (5) new challenges per week.
  • [Insightful Focus] (+WIS):    After long days of tracking forbidden artifacts or a weeks-long hunt for rogue magi, even the mightiest Shadow eventually returns to their sanctum to refit, recharge their energy, and restore their Rested Experience before the next assignment.  Herein lays my self-care check-in to practice gratitude and share self-improvement lessons goal.

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Challenge Summary:  So someone with more D&D know-how than me explained that characters only receive ONE stat point per level in a true campaign with levels coming much more seldom than I’m used to with my RPG background.  Thus inspired, I took a quiz to carefully analyze where my real life attributes points might fall and I’m fairly content with what I saw – except my past illnesses limited my Constitution score and, despite the best of my efforts to date, my Dex is similarly stunted compared to strength.  Here starts the next grind!  All of these goals contribute toward a more balanced attribute spread, but it’s easy to see my focus is building my Dexterity (Finesse) to something more in line with my Real Life character class of Monk Shadow.

With that in mind, I aim to continue my current lifestyle goals of kettlebells and Muay Thai bagwork, dabbling in handstands and ring muscle-ups, yoga and stretching for old man longevity, and monastery-like minimalism.  Since attributes come quite slowly, my overarching goal is to grind out a single +Dex/Finesse point with a strict muscle-up and one-armed hangboard pull-up by January!

It’s time to be less Pandaren Kung-Fu panda and more Half-Elf shadow monk. ;)  With that said, our protagonist Harrgath is now more of a morally off-white Jedi alchemist (chaotic…goodish), learning to love himself and enjoy everything the world has to offer rather than wallowing in his darker past experiences.

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[ Level ?? ]  Rurik the Windblade, the Blade Who Dances, Warhawk of the Steppes.

BRUTALITY 13 | FINESSE 12 | GRIT 13  | INSIGHT 15 | MOXIE 13

Challenges: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33

Current:   Cry Havoc™: Bladesong of the Warhawk

 

"Rangers have to at least give up on pants. It's a special rule we enacted after Rurik Harrgath became a Guild Leader.” – DarK_RaideR.

"Did I just get my ass kicked by a member of Metallica meets History Channel's Vikings?" - Wolfpool.

"By the Well-Oiled-and-Meticulously-Groomed Beard of Rurik!" - Tanktimus the Encourager.

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Let's get down to business!  To defeat this challenge!

 

 

 

90%+ collective completion of Active Skill goals results in 10 Boss damage (10/20 HP).

Two (2) damage taken (-2 HP) for every Active or Discipline weekly goal missed.

Regenerate One (1) health point (+1HP) for every 100% [Cloak of Shadows] completed.

 

Week 1:

Week 2:

Week 3:

Week 4:

Week 5:

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BONUS QUESTS

Strength Feat:  Complete usual kettlebell workout at 55lbs.

Combat Feat:   Experiment with bo staff.

Distance Feat:  Spin bike tabata for 1hr.

Recovery Feat:  30 mins yoga.

 

The Story So Far...

 

  • Prologue (con't from last challenge):
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The damaged stairwell opened into a gaping foyer at the tower’s pinnacle.  Granite pillars supported a vast, infinite ceiling that somehow covered the whole area but was projected with the starry sky.  Mages seemed to appreciate their starlight.  Nooks were interspersed with towering piles of tomes and scrolls, focusing crystals haphazardly occupied plain wooden desks, and no less than three geometric divining telescopes peered out open windows.

Pacing across the wide open central floor was… a cat?

Just a common feline familiar?  Is this what we were sent to exterminate?  Hardly worth the time of two expensive adventurers.  Yet as I watched my companion inch closer with her shield raised and my trigger fingers grew itchier and itchier, not a single hair rose on the back of my neck like they usually would in a situation like this.  Nothing in the pit of my stomach stirred.  No intuitive feeling of ill omens.

Somehow, nothing.

I let Spezzy advance on our quarry without drawing much attention to myself initially.  Without warning, our foe sprang into action with claws extended.  The cat leapt and darted across the rim of Spezzy’s shield and spring-boarded, all but flying through the air toward my position.  With my pistols away, the only thing I could do was quickly utter a Fade incantation to lapse through reality briefly.  Unfortunately this feline familiar was anything but and caught my incorporeal form through the nether.  It pulled me back into reality just as quickly as I had phased out.

I collapsed from the exertion, leaning against the wall to steady myself.  However Spezzy quickly charged our position to bash the cat with her shield.  It ablysprang away once more; this time I stumbled backward and bumped up against a display stand housing some manner of arcane orb.  I grimaced as the cat leapt atop Spezzy’s shield once again.  The orb beside me rocked to and fro, once… twice… and upon the third it tumbled to the floor.  Shattering across the granite beneath our feet, the room was instantly illuminated with brilliant, blinding light.

As our eyesight returned, a revelation came with it.  Where once a mere feline familiar had perched atop Spezzy’s broad shield rim, now a stately Elf sat atop shield and shieldmaiden alike.

“I thank you, my friends,” the elf announced finally, hopping down off Spezzy and stepping aside gracefully.  “Without your… timely… maneuvers… I might have been stuck in that feline form for some hundreds of years more.”

Spezzy climbed back to her feet while I swatted the dust from my duster jacket.  “And who might you be?” the shieldmaiden inquired.

Drawing itself to full height, “I am Sintheril, Light of Edan.  And I would kindly ask you to lower your weapons, friends - though it seems you were sent to do me some harm?”

“Paid well for a simple extermination contract,” I gruffed.  “Which has proven to be anything but.”

“Ah,” Sintheril nodded.  “But sent by whom?”

Spezzy now.  “A certain magi prince…”

“The Dark Prince.”

Now me.  “Why am I not surprised you’re familiar?”

Sintheril explained, in great detail, how it had run afoul of a certain ruling family.  The Heir Apparent, this Dark Prince, had wished Sintheril removed from any temptation of meddling in his affairs.  Which explained why Spezzy and I had been hired, though not the specifics of their dealings or source of the bad blood between them.  At last, Sintheril politely offered to go underground for a time to allow us to collect our earnings and make good on a timely escape from the Mage Capital.

As the elf magi was preparing his portal, he offered one last piece of advice.  “If I was any one of two canny adventurers, I would descend to the bowels of this tower and explore the crypts.  You never know what might be found…”

And then it was gone, leaving the gunslinger and shieldmaiden staring at each other and wondering what those cryptics words had meant.

“To the crypts then?” Spezzy inquired, though she had started off down the damaged stairwell confident in my reply.

“All things considered, that is likely a terrible idea,” I muttered, but chased after her.

From down the spiraling stair, “C’mon, scoundrel - where’s your sense of adventure?!”

I grinned, and raced down the stairs after my companion.

 

 

Part I: the Crypts & Kyoshiro's Soul Embrace.

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I admit I was still brooding on Sintheril’s ominous words even as I eagerly followed my shieldmaiden companion deeper into the bowels of this arcane fortress.  She seemingly plunged forward without further contemplation, where as I… perhaps I was becoming paralyzed by overanalysis in my old age.  Once again, I recriminated myself, it is not the age of this vessel, but rather the mileage I had put on it…

 

So I followed the skirnir down passageways and through corridors she seemed to tackle as if she’d had a map all along.  Still, I brushed the worn handles of my wristblades sheathed within my belt, mindful of their weight and the reassuring presence of close proximity should the need arise.  I brushed a strand of wayward dark hair from my eyes and raced on after Spezzy….

 

Who had arrived within the cavernous crypts ahead of me.

 

Sparing a glance around, I frowned at my co-adventurer.  “Searching these might take years.”

 

She ignored my grumble.  “Or we could try the large chest at the end of the room.”

 

“I mean, that could work,”I replied, raising an eyebrow.  “But are our lives ever that easy?”

 

Her easy laughter was music to my ears, a sound I found myself enjoying more and more in recent memory.  For a skulker who had known for shadow-stalking and mist-walking than companions over the years, that was quite the statement indeed.  Watching Spezzy take her first step, I noticed there were peculiar indentations and markings on the aged stonework over the cobblestone flooring here.

 

“Wait-” I began, just as she stepped upon the first flagstone.  

 

In my deepest pits of intuition, more than anything, I surged forward.  Triggering a Burst of Speed, I nearly teleported to Spezzy’s side, grabbed the rim of her shield and hauled her back onto the precipice just as the telltale sound of igniting gas erupted into flames where she had been standing only a moment before.  We collapsed into a heap once again.

 

She glanced up at me without accusation for once.  Merely gratitude.  Despite myself, I couldn’t hold back the damn-fool grin that plastered my face.  Quickly schooling my features a moment later, I stood myself up and hoped she hadn’t noticed.  It was a fight to regain my graceful posture without embarrassing myself further.  Still, I offered her a hand, expecting cold refusal but was pleasantly surprised when she accepted and allowed my assistance returning to her feet.

 

“Maybe you should go first,” she suggested.

 

“Because I’m more fleet of foot?” I inquired with a wink.

 

“Nah,” she commented.  “You’re surely more expendable.”

 

That was hard on the ego.  But she smiled wryly, even though I could tell the boobytrap had rattled her.  Upon a whim, I reached within my belt and retrieved a bottle.  “Elixir of the Mongoose,” I explained, offering her the potion.  “It’ll steady you.  Actually it’ll more than steady you, since I always add a little umph to my recipes.”

 

Umph?” 

 

“I like my stimulants,” I replied, but she chugged the elixir down without further suggestion.

 

“So do I,” she wiped her mouth and returned the empty vial.

 

At that, all I could do was chuckle.  Yet the way before taunted us.   Focusing my arcane insight, I studied the glyphs on each flagstone.  Behind me Spezzy similarly set to the task of studying further stepping stones to aid my flight to our destination.  Periodically she would call out a suggestion - advice I had carefully decided to trust, given the circumstances - and carefully picked my footing each step.  Once within reasonable reach, I leapt to the platform our chest occupied.  Glancing back, I watched Spezzy make her way across the expanse of boobytrapped stone before retrieving my thieves’ toolkit from my sash-belt.  Noticing Spezzy’s 

 

“I’m not a thief.”

 

“And yet you carry a thief’s tools,” she replied.

 

I shrugged.  “I’ve picked more locks into the sanctums of corrupt magi than I have stolen priceless artifacts.”

 

Her lip turned up, a crooked grin that neither condemned nor was encouraging.  “And yet you have stolen…” before I could speak to my defense, she smiled.  Genuinely.  “Scoundrel.”

 

That was fast becoming her favorite form of address for me.  I sighed lightly, thinking it wasn’t so bad, before returning her grin.  “Let’s see what is hiding in this beast of a chest, shall we?”

 

Without waiting for further comment, I deftly picked the lock and gestured for the skirnir to heave open the heavy wooden lid.  As she did, without the barest of exertion I begrudgingly acknowledged, I glanced in just as she did.  Almost glowing in the dim decor, carefully nestled within the chest were three articles.  One pair of strongly reinforced bracers, iron and leather with a scruff of fur, and somehow impossibly light.  The other, a leather doublebelt wrapped with silk from the Far Eastern lands.

 

Spezzy was already trying on the bracers, lacing them onto her wrists.  “The belt is a bit delicate for me.  You can have it.”

 

I ignored the playful slight.  Taking the belt into my hand, my spirit felt buoyed.  My hands felt defter, my feet swifter.  Even my arcana seemed reinforced with this belt clutched in my hands.  As I tightened it around my waist, I instantly found it psychically communicating its name and history within the deep recesses of my mind.  Kyoshiro’s Soul.  This legendary artifact identified itself at once as the waist-wrap of an ancient Samurai lord from the East who had been betrayed and banished from his provinces, forced to start a new life in distant lands.  Now it seemed it had found a new master, secured around the waist of a monkish Shadow far from its original home.  Now its secret recesses would house poisons and wristblades, scrolls, thieves’ tools, and even alchemical concoctions the likes of which had aided my companion moments earlier.

 

It further seemed to me that Spezzy was undergoing a similar enlightenment with her new loot.  Each of us quite pleased with the results of our handiwork, we made good on our getaway and met above ground, just beyond the mage tower’s border.

 

There we each agreed that we couldn’t trust Sintheril’s word inasmuch as the Prince was concerned.  Even with such a payday at stake and his promise to lay low for a time.  Nor could we afford to take his accusations against nobility too lightly.  Thus it was decided that we would remain a team for now, and we would spend the next week seeking out evidence of corruption amongst the ruling mages, and especially - anything which might incriminate the Prince in these affairs concerning the Council of Twelve.

 

Besides, we were turning out to be quite the team, if I said so myself.


Damned if I would admit that to her though.

 

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[ Level ?? ]  Rurik the Windblade, the Blade Who Dances, Warhawk of the Steppes.

BRUTALITY 13 | FINESSE 12 | GRIT 13  | INSIGHT 15 | MOXIE 13

Challenges: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33

Current:   Cry Havoc™: Bladesong of the Warhawk

 

"Rangers have to at least give up on pants. It's a special rule we enacted after Rurik Harrgath became a Guild Leader.” – DarK_RaideR.

"Did I just get my ass kicked by a member of Metallica meets History Channel's Vikings?" - Wolfpool.

"By the Well-Oiled-and-Meticulously-Groomed Beard of Rurik!" - Tanktimus the Encourager.

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Following! Not because I understand D&D but I love the storytelling way you incorporate it into your challenges 

RES...and I want to live days worth dying for...

Current: RES: CUTE 2021 Version

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"Pass on what you have learned. Strength, mastery. But weakness, folly, failure also. Yes, failure most of all. The greatest teacher, failure is." -Yoda

 

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Following to nurture that goodish into good.

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Current Challenge Original 1,2,3, R 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,40,41,42,43,44,45,46,47,48,49,50,51

"By the Most-Righteous-and-Blessed Beard of Sir Tanktimus the Encourager!" - Jarl Rurik Harrgath

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Your challenges always give me this delicious combo of Diablo III meets Skyrim and I'm 20/10 HERE for it.

 

I've trained extensively in bo staff!  It's super fun!!  GONNA WATCH THAT BONUS QUEST THERE BUDDY

 

Chinese Wushu gifs - Jade Xu | Martial arts bo staff, Martial arts women,  Fighting poses

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i am not waiting for a hero.  i saved myself long ago.

Level 50 Bardic Time-Mage; of the Furious Heart

STR.55  DEX.43 STA.48 CON.51 WIS.53 CHA.65

"Well...in the end, it boils down to two simple choices. Either you do or you don't.

You'd think with all the problems in this world, there'd be more answers. It's not fair...
...But that's the way things are. The choice is yours."

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8 hours ago, RES said:

Following! Not because I understand D&D but I love the storytelling way you incorporate it into your challenges 

 

I can't take credit for the D&D angle, just how I've taken over it and woven it into my challenge for my own nefarious benevolent uses!

 

8 hours ago, Teros said:

Monks of Ivgorod | Diablo Wiki | Fandom 

Coolio

 

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4 hours ago, Tanktimus the Encourager said:

Following to nurture that goodish into good.

 

AM I DOING IT RIGHT?

 

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1 hour ago, shaar said:

Your challenges always give me this delicious combo of Diablo III meets Skyrim and I'm 20/10 HERE for it.

 

I've trained extensively in bo staff!  It's super fun!!  GONNA WATCH THAT BONUS QUEST THERE BUDDY

 

Chinese Wushu gifs - Jade Xu | Martial arts bo staff, Martial arts women,  Fighting poses

 

SO PUMPED YOU'RE BACK SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR

 

Any tips or advice or starting points?  It'll be mostly doinking around with a rattan bamboo bo outside to channel my inner Monk for fun, but I'd still like to do things properly!

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[ Level ?? ]  Rurik the Windblade, the Blade Who Dances, Warhawk of the Steppes.

BRUTALITY 13 | FINESSE 12 | GRIT 13  | INSIGHT 15 | MOXIE 13

Challenges: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33

Current:   Cry Havoc™: Bladesong of the Warhawk

 

"Rangers have to at least give up on pants. It's a special rule we enacted after Rurik Harrgath became a Guild Leader.” – DarK_RaideR.

"Did I just get my ass kicked by a member of Metallica meets History Channel's Vikings?" - Wolfpool.

"By the Well-Oiled-and-Meticulously-Groomed Beard of Rurik!" - Tanktimus the Encourager.

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1 hour ago, Rurik Harrgath said:

AM I DOING IT RIGHT?

 

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Remember, you're Chaotic Good, not Chaotic Stupid.

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Current Challenge Original 1,2,3, R 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,40,41,42,43,44,45,46,47,48,49,50,51

"By the Most-Righteous-and-Blessed Beard of Sir Tanktimus the Encourager!" - Jarl Rurik Harrgath

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1 hour ago, Tanktimus the Encourager said:

Remember, you're Chaotic Good, not Chaotic Stupid.

 

Is Destructive Good an option, or not? 🤔 because I want that as my choice.

 

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I foresee many DBZ gifs this challenge...

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[ Level ?? ]  Rurik the Windblade, the Blade Who Dances, Warhawk of the Steppes.

BRUTALITY 13 | FINESSE 12 | GRIT 13  | INSIGHT 15 | MOXIE 13

Challenges: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33

Current:   Cry Havoc™: Bladesong of the Warhawk

 

"Rangers have to at least give up on pants. It's a special rule we enacted after Rurik Harrgath became a Guild Leader.” – DarK_RaideR.

"Did I just get my ass kicked by a member of Metallica meets History Channel's Vikings?" - Wolfpool.

"By the Well-Oiled-and-Meticulously-Groomed Beard of Rurik!" - Tanktimus the Encourager.

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55 minutes ago, Rurik Harrgath said:

 

Is Destructive Good an option, or not? 🤔 because I want that as my choice.

 

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I foresee many DBZ gifs this challenge...

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Current Challenge Original 1,2,3, R 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,40,41,42,43,44,45,46,47,48,49,50,51

"By the Most-Righteous-and-Blessed Beard of Sir Tanktimus the Encourager!" - Jarl Rurik Harrgath

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So I'll be posting each story and boss entry in the second post of my challenge.  This is the same place you'll find this challenge's theme video and tracker!  B)  But I'll also make an effort to post the story updates as I go, mostly for attention and the likes - because even a shadowstalker likes accolades sometimes!

 

The Story So Far...

  • Prologue (con't from last challenge):

 

23 hours ago, Rurik Harrgath said:

The damaged stairwell opened into a gaping foyer at the tower’s pinnacle.  Granite pillars supported a vast, infinite ceiling that somehow covered the whole area but was projected with the starry sky.  Mages seemed to appreciate their starlight.  Nooks were interspersed with towering piles of tomes and scrolls, focusing crystals haphazardly occupied plain wooden desks, and no less than three geometric divining telescopes peered out open windows.

Pacing across the wide open central floor was… a cat?

Just a common feline familiar?  Is this what we were sent to exterminate?  Hardly worth the time of two expensive adventurers.  Yet as I watched my companion inch closer with her shield raised and my trigger fingers grew itchier and itchier, not a single hair rose on the back of my neck like they usually would in a situation like this.  Nothing in the pit of my stomach stirred.  No intuitive feeling of ill omens.

Somehow, nothing.

I let Spezzy advance on our quarry without drawing much attention to myself initially.  Without warning, our foe sprang into action with claws extended.  The cat leapt and darted across the rim of Spezzy’s shield and spring-boarded, all but flying through the air toward my position.  With my pistols away, the only thing I could do was quickly utter a Fade incantation to lapse through reality briefly.  Unfortunately this feline familiar was anything but and caught my incorporeal form through the nether.  It pulled me back into reality just as quickly as I had phased out.

I collapsed from the exertion, leaning against the wall to steady myself.  However Spezzy quickly charged our position to bash the cat with her shield.  It ably sprang away once more; this time I stumbled backward and bumped up against a display stand housing some manner of arcane orb.  I grimaced as the cat leapt atop Spezzy’s shield once again.  The orb beside me rocked to and fro, once… twice… and upon the third it tumbled to the floor.  Shattering across the granite beneath our feet, the room was instantly illuminated with brilliant, blinding light.

As our eyesight returned, a revelation came with it.  Where once a mere feline familiar had perched atop Spezzy’s broad shield rim, now a stately Elf sat atop shield and shieldmaiden alike.

“I thank you, my friends,” the elf announced finally, hopping down off Spezzy and stepping aside gracefully.  “Without your… timely… maneuvers… I might have been stuck in that feline form for some hundreds of years more.”

Spezzy climbed back to her feet while I swatted the dust from my duster jacket.  “And who might you be?” the shieldmaiden inquired.

Drawing itself to full height, “I am Sintheril, Light of Edan.  And I would kindly ask you to lower your weapons, friends - though it seems you were sent to do me some harm?”

“Paid well for a simple extermination contract,” I gruffed.  “Which has proven to be anything but.”

“Ah,” Sintheril nodded.  “But sent by whom?”

Spezzy now.  “A certain magi prince…”

“The Dark Prince.”

Now me.  “Why am I not surprised you’re familiar?”

Sintheril explained, in great detail, how it had run afoul of a certain ruling family.  The Heir Apparent, this Dark Prince, had wished Sintheril removed from any temptation of meddling in his affairs.  Which explained why Spezzy and I had been hired, though not the specifics of their dealings or source of the bad blood between them.  At last, Sintheril politely offered to go underground for a time to allow us to collect our earnings and make good on a timely escape from the Mage Capital.

As the elf magi was preparing his portal, he offered one last piece of advice.  “If I was any one of two canny adventurers, I would descend to the bowels of this tower and explore the crypts.  You never know what might be found…”

And then it was gone, leaving the gunslinger and shieldmaiden staring at each other and wondering what those cryptic words had meant.

“To the crypts then?” Spezzy inquired, though she had started off down the damaged stairwell confident in my reply.

“All things considered, that is likely a terrible idea,” I muttered, but chased after her.

From down the spiraling stair, “C’mon, scoundrel - where’s your sense of adventure?!”

I grinned, and raced down the stairs after my companion.

 

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[ Level ?? ]  Rurik the Windblade, the Blade Who Dances, Warhawk of the Steppes.

BRUTALITY 13 | FINESSE 12 | GRIT 13  | INSIGHT 15 | MOXIE 13

Challenges: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33

Current:   Cry Havoc™: Bladesong of the Warhawk

 

"Rangers have to at least give up on pants. It's a special rule we enacted after Rurik Harrgath became a Guild Leader.” – DarK_RaideR.

"Did I just get my ass kicked by a member of Metallica meets History Channel's Vikings?" - Wolfpool.

"By the Well-Oiled-and-Meticulously-Groomed Beard of Rurik!" - Tanktimus the Encourager.

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13 hours ago, Tanktimus the Encourager said:

Remember, you're Chaotic Good, not Chaotic Stupid.

Quote of the day >_>

 

On 10/18/2020 at 12:13 AM, Rurik Harrgath said:

It’s time to be less Pandaren Kung-Fu panda and more Half-Elf shadow monk. ;)  With that said, our protagonist Harrgath is now more of a morally off-white Jedi alchemist (chaotic…goodish), learning to love himself and enjoy everything the world has to offer rather than wallowing in his darker past experiences.

Really digging the idea of a morally off white jedi. 

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Grey Jedi Ranger

The Jedi Chronicles: Ep. 9: Beginnings and Healing

Jedi Battle Log

“That's the point of it, Bryce. Of life. To live, to love, knowing that it might all vanish tomorrow. It makes everything that much more precious.”

- Danika Fendyr, House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J. Maas

Challenges#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, #6, #7, #8, #9, #10#11#12#13#14#15#16, #17#18#19#20#21#22#23#24#25#26#27#28#29#30#31#32#33,  #34#35#36#37#38#39#40#41#42

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14 hours ago, Tanktimus the Encourager said:

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3 hours ago, DarK_RaideR said:

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Wow, I actually want to be all of them! Having read through each of these dozens of times (legit 🤣) I'm somewhere between  Radical Centrist with some Neutered Good (because let's be honest, legal bureaucracy runs our lives (🙄), but with some Cheerful Psycho for shits & giggles 😎

 

This is now my prefered alignment chart. Everyone else can come at me 

 

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10 hours ago, spezzy said:

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1 hour ago, TheGreyJedi-Ranger said:

Quote of the day >_>

 

Really digging the idea of a morally off white jedi. 

 

Obviously I have a flair for subverting convention through adding some chaos into the trope, but I like a younger Qui-Gon who doesn't play by the rules and is constantly on the Council's grumbling side, but he's out getting business done so often that he's never around to actually be scolded. 

 

Can't argue with results, and sometimes the methods that achieve those results are a little... questionable. 😉

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[ Level ?? ]  Rurik the Windblade, the Blade Who Dances, Warhawk of the Steppes.

BRUTALITY 13 | FINESSE 12 | GRIT 13  | INSIGHT 15 | MOXIE 13

Challenges: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33

Current:   Cry Havoc™: Bladesong of the Warhawk

 

"Rangers have to at least give up on pants. It's a special rule we enacted after Rurik Harrgath became a Guild Leader.” – DarK_RaideR.

"Did I just get my ass kicked by a member of Metallica meets History Channel's Vikings?" - Wolfpool.

"By the Well-Oiled-and-Meticulously-Groomed Beard of Rurik!" - Tanktimus the Encourager.

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Much follow. So wow. 

 

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Level 71 Wood Elf Druid

Druid: || 59 | 60 | 61 | 61.5 | 62 | 63 | 64 | 65 | 66 | 67 | 68 | 69 | 70 | 71 | ||

Ranger: || 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51 | 52 | 53 | 54 | 55 | 56 | 57 | 58 ||

||Char/RPG||
STR: 57 || DEX: 59 || STA: 52 || CON: 47 || WIS: 59 || CHA: 59

 

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Fantastic looking challenge man! Very in-depth and thought out. I also love the idea of a Shadow! Mysterious, cool and all around badass...yeah, that sums you up fairly well :) And the way you set up your has given me an idea...so I might be stealing it a little bit...

 

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Wild Wolf- Level 10 (Respec)

Class: Operator/ Height: 6'2 / Weight: 196#

Stats: STR: 28 / DEX: 20 / END: 21 / CON: 27 / WIS: 31 / CHA: 30

Instagram: @ryanwolfbell / Facebook: Ryan Wolf Bell / Bible App (YouVersion) Ryan Wolf Bell

Current Challenge: The Scout Who Outwitted the Lifter of the Dead

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Last Challenge(s): 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15

Unchained Predator Saga: 1

Epic Challenges: Welcome to the Fireteam & Wolfpool 

 

Know, O prince, that once the sun burns out and the earth's core becomes solid and cold, there will come a man to provide the endless energy needed to sustain life and for the planets to keep moving. He is the source of light and the warmth of hope back into the hearts of humanity...." - Dark_Raider

 

A wolf rises in my heart; against my darkness; against my demons; against my despair. I DECLARE WAR!

 

Romans 8:28 (CSB) We know that all things work together for the good of those who love God, who are called according to His purpose.

 

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4 hours ago, Rurik Harrgath said:

This is now my prefered alignment chart. Everyone else can come at me 

Wonderful. And now, for my next trick...

 

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Everything that metal bands warned us about in the Eighties has come to pass: 

Pollution chokes our seas, nuclear war has destroyed our cities, and worst of all, guitars are illegal. The fanatical evangelists who run our planet created an army of robotic drones who police us with cyber-technology. Conformity is the law! Surveillance satellites monitor our every move. With no one to stop them, corporations have run wild, developing grotesque mutations that walk the streets, preying upon unsuspecting humans.

 

There is only one thing that can save us: METAL.

 

As radioactive pegasi soar through blood-red skies, adventurers seek glory in the Suburban Wastes and the Grim Northern Forests. Cyborg dragons bellow on top of shopping malls, and the sky is full of laser pentagrams.

 

Here's where that alignment stuff all came from

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Lvl 44 Ranger

HEY! DO YOU LIKE CHEESE?

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34 minutes ago, DarK_RaideR said:

Everything that metal bands warned us about in the Eighties has come to pass: 

Pollution chokes our seas, nuclear war has destroyed our cities, and worst of all, guitars are illegal. The fanatical evangelists who run our planet created an army of robotic drones who police us with cyber-technology. Conformity is the law! Surveillance satellites monitor our every move. With no one to stop them, corporations have run wild, developing grotesque mutations that walk the streets, preying upon unsuspecting humans.

 

As a bonus, these are some of Rurik's Fellow Canadians.

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Current Challenge Original 1,2,3, R 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31,32,33,34,35,36,37,38,39,40,41,42,43,44,45,46,47,48,49,50,51

"By the Most-Righteous-and-Blessed Beard of Sir Tanktimus the Encourager!" - Jarl Rurik Harrgath

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On 10/18/2020 at 5:41 PM, Rurik Harrgath said:

 

SO PUMPED YOU'RE BACK SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR

 

Any tips or advice or starting points?  It'll be mostly doinking around with a rattan bamboo bo outside to channel my inner Monk for fun, but I'd still like to do things properly!

 

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Honestly I was taught at such a young age that I really don't remember a lot of the process!  The best I can offer is drill the basics and make sure your wrist mobility is rockin'. :3

 

11 hours ago, DarK_RaideR said:

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CHAOTIC PLAYER checking in!  Come to me my murderhobo childrennnnnn

 

3 hours ago, DarK_RaideR said:

 

 

 

I had tickets to see these guys play live at a dingy dive bar in Boston in April - aaaaand then Rona happened.  Very very very VERY sad to have had to miss them............. 

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i am not waiting for a hero.  i saved myself long ago.

Level 50 Bardic Time-Mage; of the Furious Heart

STR.55  DEX.43 STA.48 CON.51 WIS.53 CHA.65

"Well...in the end, it boils down to two simple choices. Either you do or you don't.

You'd think with all the problems in this world, there'd be more answers. It's not fair...
...But that's the way things are. The choice is yours."

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Challenge Journal:  Date of 19.10.2020

Weight:  214.8lbs.

Officially weighed in for Week Zero, Day One at the above.  It isn't quite where I had hoped I would be, but 5 steady lbs down is still 5lbs fewer than before!  To try and jump-start this new Sustainability Mindset I am working on, I also took my first progress/starting pictures EVER.  #cuzguyshavebodyimageissuestoo #gonnanamemybodydysmorphia #bd #solikebrodie #FUCKYOUBRODIE That said, I am trying to embrace the journey rather than fixating on the destination.  Sure, that sounds cliche AF, but while I've made some pretty wonderful healthy lifestyle changes (and rebounded), I suppose I neglected training my mind as much as I should have along the way.

Hence the Monk-assin theme; all training, all monastic living (no vows of celibacy though 😆), but more focus on the mental aspects of my evolution.

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So let this post, this whole digital challenge, be my Nexus For Transformation.

That said, I am drawing a line in the sand between Rurik and my negative self-talk.  From here on out, the only words even approaching negativity coming from Me to Me will be "Nobody Cares, Work Fucking Harder."  That's now written on the Sanctum Parabellum (home gym) whiteboard.  No more "You're a slob," or "You know all of this, why the fuck can't you put it into practice?", or "why would anyone want you?" Absolutely nothing anywhere on the arguably reproachful, harmful, or otherwise shaming spectrums. 

Trigger Warning: half-naked fella in boxer shorts below...

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Shout out to my accountibilibuddy @spezzy for inspiring me to evolve into a luminous being above mere crude matter.

This isn't a comparison (I know some would kill to be where I am), a cry for attention (hello, please do not pet the introvert), nor any attempt at body shaming of myself or others (be you, love you!).  I am just talking to me, aloud.  If it is written down, in the public forum, ESPECIALLY TO MY NERDS, I cannot back down from this oath.  Let that vow be: from here on out, we work - not criticize.  There is room for improvement, but mentally and spiritually above physically.  I will train like a Shadow, and my body will reflect the work rather than the aesthetics being the journey and the destination itself (also, thank you to NF for this article The Ultimate Guide to Building Any Physique (or Skill Set) which I have poured over dozens of times lately).  With a healthy mind, the body will follow.  All grind, no whine.  So here I am, there is my line in the sand, and let this iteration of the Cry Havoc challenge anthology be my Nexus For Transformation. 

Body... and Mind.

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"Be water, my friend."  - Bruce Lee

Active Skills

  • Two Weapon Fighting:  (◯◯◯◯◯◯)  15%
  • Claw Mastery:  21 / 105 hangboard pull-ups.
  • Six-Sided Strike:  (HS) ☐☐.(MU) ☐☐☐
  • Lashing Tail Kick:  (MT) ☐☐. (KB) ☐☐☐

Discipline

  • Cloak of Shadows:  ☐☐☐☐☐☐
  • Monastic Tradition:  .
  • Mirror Image:  .☑☑☑☐☐
  • Insightful Focus:  Please see above.

Status:  Harrgath has 9/9 health points.

      Damage dealt (0%).

 

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[ Level ?? ]  Rurik the Windblade, the Blade Who Dances, Warhawk of the Steppes.

BRUTALITY 13 | FINESSE 12 | GRIT 13  | INSIGHT 15 | MOXIE 13

Challenges: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33

Current:   Cry Havoc™: Bladesong of the Warhawk

 

"Rangers have to at least give up on pants. It's a special rule we enacted after Rurik Harrgath became a Guild Leader.” – DarK_RaideR.

"Did I just get my ass kicked by a member of Metallica meets History Channel's Vikings?" - Wolfpool.

"By the Well-Oiled-and-Meticulously-Groomed Beard of Rurik!" - Tanktimus the Encourager.

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I see the awkward yeti comic you replied to me with and I raise you with another 😊

 

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Spezzy, the Arcane Skirmisher
Chaotic Good Quarter Elf Slayer/Magus
STR: 21 / DEX: 17 / CON: 14 / INT: 15 / CHA 15
“There's only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you've got to be kind.”
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/pet the introvert for shits and giggles 

 

Stay out of your own way; you’ve got this. 

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Level 71 Wood Elf Druid

Druid: || 59 | 60 | 61 | 61.5 | 62 | 63 | 64 | 65 | 66 | 67 | 68 | 69 | 70 | 71 | ||

Ranger: || 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51 | 52 | 53 | 54 | 55 | 56 | 57 | 58 ||

||Char/RPG||
STR: 57 || DEX: 59 || STA: 52 || CON: 47 || WIS: 59 || CHA: 59

 

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