Swordcoast Adventures

Battle Royale on the Maelstrom
In which the Company of the Silvertree put down a mutiny

21st of Flamerule, 1371 DR
An extract from the Diary of Silwe Torvalin
Husband; I had scarcely put down my quill, when the mutineers attacked. Though we had expected battle somehow we were caught off-guard, allowing their tame wizard Sherid to throw a ball of fire at us. I leapt under a table but Kyrai was grievously burned; and for this deed alone shall that red-haired bitch die a slow and painful death, but first we shall have to catch her.

The company boiled out of the fire-blackened room; Owen made for Sherid whilst Kyrai, the captain and I took on Olaf. We soon put him down, though all of us suffered wounds; Kyrai most grievously and it was only through Glenn’s swift actions that the noble Paladin escaped bleeding to death.

Travis tried to tackle the evil Gavin but was unable to land any blows. It was then that Olin enspelled the mage Sherid with a frigid blast of air, even as the mage’s own dark spell caught poor Owen in a globe of water. Olin replied by summoning a swarm of deadly insects; catching the mage’s companions in their chittering path and poisoning them, but she herself fled.

Travis then put Gavin on the floor even as Alatar closed in on Sherid, yet she conjured a layer of grease so that the Inquisitor could make no progress toward her. He contented himself instead by trading blows with her villainous henchmen, slaying one.

I resolved to finish Sherid myself and rushed to bring her to book, when more mutinous crewmen poured out of the stairwells and blocked my route. Travis, Glenn and Kyrai brought them to furious battle as I went around. Alas; Sherid saw me coming and conjured a mist to hide in so that I could not find her.

The crewmen set down their weapons then, realizing the game was up and threw themselves on their Captain’s mercy. So the Company fanned out at my call, covering all the escape routes to prevent Sherid from getting away. The she-devil reappeared by a porthole a moment later and shouted her hate at me before jumping out into the sea. As I write, is master Olin transforming into a shark, intending to follow our flame-haired enemy into the watery depths; I must ask him how he does that.

Now battle has ended, I have tears in my eyes; for so nearly did I allow my reckless hate to overwhelm me again as it did of old. What am I, that the sight of blood causes me to turn so feral when in truth it should instead cause me to retch. The Eye has much to answer for dearest Husband, but I have had my fill of bile this day and so his reckoning must wait until I have calmed myself a while. I go now to aid Olin; on a jolly-boat if I must, for Sherid shall not escape, not while I have breath left. We have also captured Olaf and so shall learn much ere the Captain dispenses her own unique brand of justice upon him. Namarie for now Tarek!

Footsteps in the Dark
In which the Company of the Silvertree indulge in a little skullduggery

An extract from the Diary of Silwe Torvalin

20th of Flamerule 1371 DR

Dearest Husband, this could be the last time I write to you, for if the fates are not kind, then we will soon be together in the hereafter. Our suspicions about the mutineers have proved all too true; with the rest of the Company pretending to carouse on the main deck, I was free to prowl the bowels of the ship unmolested. I had decided to investigate the cabins of Olaf, the first mate, and of his friends, the cleric and that red-haired doxy Sherid, who calls herself a wizard, as they seem the likeliest mutineers. I managed the locks easily; I am afraid my years working for the Eye have made me all too skilled with locks and I no longer even feel shame. Sometimes I wonder if there is any of the old Silwe left; what have I become my love, and will you recognise me when we meet again?

I found evidence in the cleric’s cabin of worship of Dagon; Kyrai and the others later told me me that this watery god is only one step away from being a demon. Sherid’s cabin was more dangerous; she had enspelled her chest with a firetrap and I was careless and set it off. Luckily I was not injured, but the chest was consumed in a flaming burst. It proved to be full of gems; I thought at the time that these were the very ones the first mate had mentioned to Kyrai. As I crouched in the dark cabin I overheard Captain Von Bastion talking to Kyrai on the deck above; she was ‘asking’ for more money for she claimed to have had word of dark deeds afoot in Mintarn and wished to stand off the coast for three more days until the danger was past. As her words seemed to confirm what Olaf warned Kyrai about; that she would break her word and try to extort money out of us, I quickly gathered up the gems, hoping to use them to bargain with if events took a turn for the worst.

I then set about Olaf’s cabin and found a letter from his brother Calawishis. From the letter it seems that Olaf and his sibling are involved in some plot at Candlekeep and that he has to be there in just two days or their foul scheme will be ruined ‘for another five years’. This then, is the reason Olaf needs control of the ship, for the Maelstrom could only just make Candlekeep in time if we altered course this very night. Upon reading the letter I swore a private oath to deal with Olaf’s brother when time is convienent.

Just as I was leaving Olaf’s cabin, I was assailed by a terrible thing; a sea-monster of fiercesome aspect somehow came through the very stern of the ship and entered his cabin. I have never seen a beast so terrible, not even in Skullport; it was a horrid mass of slime and tentacles with a head like a horse. The creature tried to enspell me but I threw off the dweomer before it could take hold and ran like the wind up the companionway. The creature gave chase but I soon outdistanced the shambling horror, just as it veiled itself from common sight with another spell. Once on the upper deck I gave my account to the Captain and her crew, also blaming the creature for entering Selgae’s cabin. How easily lies trip off my tongue now husband; please forgive me!

Whilst the Captain and her crew searched below-decks for the thing, I gave the gems to Owen to hide and told the Company of my discoveries down-below. We resolved to let the Captain know about the mutiny, reasoning that although she had tried to get more gold from us, her crime was small when compared with that of Olaf and his minions. When Von Bastion stormed up the stairs, I quickly unlaced my trousers and explained, once she had finished shouting at me, that I had only been on the lower deck seeking out the jakes. She seemed satisfied with my story, though the ruse was more for Olaf’s benefit than for hers, as I did not want to force his hand before we were ready.

Once she ordered all hands below-decks, Kyrai related how he had noticed a number of the crew abstaining from the grog. At his words, my heart misgave me, for the rest of the crew were now inebriated and so could take little part in the night’s events in defence of the Captain. As we talked on the foc’sle, a crewman staggered up to us, intent on going straight over the ship’s rail. Owen and Kyrai stopped him and woke him from an enchantment by means of a bucket of seawater. He was unable to tell us anything useful, but it was clear that the foul sea-creature I saw, had beguiled him with its magic. A suspicion began to form in my mind; that this creature is a minion of Dagon and that the Cleric is also in league with Olaf and his brother. Who knows what madness this unholy trio plan but I swear on the Moon-goddess that they shall taste Thorn and Bright-Nail ere they succeed!

Quickly we ran to Von Bastion’s cabin and I finally convinced her to listen. It was the letter but most especially the gems that brought her round at the last; perhaps because the gems proved to be worthless coloured glass and also because the flamed-haired Sherid had neglected to mention them to the Captain. Clearly the bitch is also in on Olaf’s scheme and must pay for her part in this. It also seems possible that the gems are Olaf’s way to tricking the crew into aiding him; if so then I must try and turn his allies against him with the news of their worthlessness.

I have just urged the Captain to don her armour and I am hastily scribbling this now as she finally does as she is bade. Pray for me Tarek; I fear this battle will go hard with our Company and already the ship’s bell has sounded midnight; the appointed hour for mutiny. All that is certain now is that the mutineers are on their way and that we are very few who stand against them. May my grandfather’s blades serve me well this night, for both Thorn and Bright-Nail are yet naked in my hands. If I go to the Goddess, know that it was proudly, in the manner of Old my love. I must now go, for we are all now gird for war. Farewell beloved!

Into the Maelstrom
In which The Company of the Silvertree battle fire and mutiny

Start- 18 Flamerule, Early Morning , Dock Ward- The Warrens

An extract from the Diary of Silwe Torvalin Tarek my love; half of me doesn’t know why I still write this journal to you after so many years, yet even putting quill to parchment makes me smile and remember your face. Let my words here stand as a kind of prayer that we will one day be together again, if Sehanine wills it. I must also trust that you will understand why I decided to take ship so far over the ocean, placing ever more leagues betwixt us. I have written to you of Godrun before; the Abbot was once my only shield against the madness that came upon me after I escaped from Skullport and I would never abandon he to whom I owe so much. If I ever see you again, it will be because of this quiet man, who suffers unimaginable travails even as I write this. I told you before that Godrun is vampyre, as are all the monks of the Many Moons, yet they control their bloodlust with the Satient Fountain. I have seen this wonderous thing, but did not realise its purpose until the Abbot asked for my aid. An evil Lord, known as Serinwrath, has stolen the fountain and in doing so placed the whole of the Monastery of the Many Moons in hazard. This I cannot allow and so I have resolved to journey across the wide oceans; to the Moonshae Isles, and bring home my displeasure to him. Let us hope these isles are blessed to Sehanine, as their name implies! I have taken up with a band of adventurers; indeed they are the ones I wrote of before, that opposed the Shadowthieves and ended the vile reign of Olaskos. They are worthy men, as I know from watching them for months from my rooftop eyrie, yet I find it hard to talk to any after so long living in the shadows and haunting the rooftops of Waterdeep. How strange it is to think of the maiden I was when you met me; full of life and joy. I must hold fast to the fates and trust that one day I will be as I once was again. If you remember, I privately dubbed my new companions the ‘Company of the Silvertree’ because they serve that noblest of families. I joined them as they left The Warren and made for ‘The Maelstrom’; the stout ship of Hanna von Bastien. Yet even as we haunted the docks, waiting for the stevedores to finish loading her, there came a cry of alarm from the far end of the piers. Rushing forward, we saw that a ship had somehow caught ablaze belowdecks and as we stared in mute horror, a shrill cry gave voice to trapped people aboard. Wordlessly the Company did enter the bowels of the ship, though the flames and the smoke threatened us at every turn. Our avenue of escape was a wooden companionway and the noble Druid Olin began conjuring great gouts of water to protect the stairs, whilst Masters Winston, Owen, Oros, Walker and myself plunged into the murk, in a desperate race to find those who were trapped. It was a grim task and even as I ran I could feel my skin blister and my hair singe. Kyrai was held back by a blast of smoke and began coughing and gagging, but the rest of us were forced onward. Travis Walker smashed open a door at the end of a corridor and beyond we found a room and some respite from the smoke. There, huddling together, were a mother and two children; Sehanine be praised!! My heart almost burst as I saw them, but there was no time for talking, so I grabbed the girl and ran as the others followed with the boy and his mother in tow. The corridor had now become an image of hell, with Kyrai beaten back by a blast of flame that raged across said throughfare blocking our route and ended all hope of a simple escape. Indeed I could not even see him over the wall of fire and so tried a side door, opening it easily, Moon-goddess be praised. I crossed to another door, hoping it would also yield, for beyond it lay a way to the stairs; yet my hopes were dashed for the door was locked. I set the girl down calmly and was about to use the tools of my trade on the door, when Master Owen came barrelling out of the fug and planted a kick on the door, which spun off its hinges with a protesting scream. I was just summoning up my dignity when he disappeared through the open doorway. To add insult to injury, Master Walker came up from behind and took up the girl I had been carrying and bore her away to the stairs before I could so much as gasp. Truly, this was a day for brawn over brain I muttered! I must admit that it was now that my courage almost failed me; for so hot was it below-decks that I had little hope that the stairs could have survived. Yet wonder of wonders, Master Olin had conjured an elemental; a man of living water no less and it had saved the companionway! I must admit that I did not stop to thank him as I vaulted the stairs after the others; Kyrai, who had bravely stayed behind to ensure we all escaped, followed in my wake. Ah; the cool air above was like the Diamondraught brewed by my father, and I breathed deeply. Yet the fire threatened both dock and other ships still and so we quickly formed a plan to prevent further harm; I had once seen a ship scuttled in the harbour, when a merchant refused to pay his taxes and so the port authority sank his ship. They did so by opening the seacocks; strange plugs below the waterline that allow the hull to fill with water. Master Olin, upon hearing of this, transformed himself into a many armed sea-creature (I must ask him how he does that) and soon had said plug opened; with the aid of a rope and a heft by the rest of the company. In a minute the ship was resting on the bottom of the dock berth; her masts and main deck still well above the water but the fire now out. I have no doubt her owner can repair her with a few doughty carpenters and a full purse. The next few days are a blur; I was below-decks for the first day of our voyage, for my lungs were scarred and I felt sick with smoke, as did the others. I washed my clothes and my self, though I fear the smell of smoke is yet heavy upon both. I passed the next few days talking to Master Olin, whose magic had so impressed me. Indeed gave him the wand I took from Olasko’s lackey to examine, and he pronounced it a Wand of Shielding. This sounds a good thing for one such as myself to bear and so I will ask Master Walker to enspell me with it if we come to battle in the future. And mayhap others in the company can also profit from it? That night; three days after we had set sail, brought grim tidings. Kyrai Oros had been aiding the crew in their labours and had by his deeds gained their trust. So it was with some surprise that he reported to us over dinner that the crew planned a mutiny. We had been given a choice; join the fight against Hanna von Bastien, who the first mate described as cruel and greedy, or go into the hold to await the conclusion of the affair. The conspirators also mentioned a cargo of gems to Kyrai, perhaps to sweeten the plot. Yet still my heart misgave me. As the others debated what to do, one thought fixed in my mind; if the captain is so cruel, why did the crew take ship with her? Are they on this boat of their own free will or are they somehow in thrall? If they are here willingly, then this plot is pure piracy, harsh captain or no; for the choice to take this berth was theirs and they doubtless knew their captain’s reputation. Either way, what these men plan can only end badly and I fear for the Company in the next few hours. I myself am minded to side with the Captain; cruel or not, for it is she who has the ship pointed at the Moonshaes and if she is overthrown, will we still be borne there? I would not trust to the promises of a band of oathbreakers so we must be careful. Blessed Moon-maiden; guide my hand in the next few hours!

End- 19 Flamerule, Late Evening , The Maelstrom- The Sea of Swords

Halloween Edition

Start- 18 Flamerule, Midnight, Dock Ward- The Thirsty Sailor Tavern

We made our way to the Dock Ward and the less than reputable tavern, the Thirsty Sailor, to meet Hanna Von Bastion. She was late. The thieves that stole to Satient fountain, the minions of Lord Serinwrath have their spies. A powerful necromancer named Rolth made a small army of zombies from the patrons and staff of the tavern. They waited in the guise of living tavern goers until we were well into the building. As soon as we sparked a sun rod to light the shadowy room they sprung their trap. Sixteen zombies we battled and sixteen zombies met the true death. We were badly wounded in the fight and barely made it out alive. After the battle Hanna showed and apologized for her lateness, we could have used her blade for she is known to be very skilled. Now that Hanna knows we are being spied on she is taking us by secret ways to the docks via the Warrens, a borough of interlaced and stacked buildings and maze-like passages ruled by halfling assassins and rogues, gnome mages and alchemists and dwarven warriors and weaponsmiths. Hanna has contacts there that will ensure our secrecy, The Warrens also have an extensive market including many black market items. It might be a lucrative shortcut for us.

End- 18 Flamerule, Early Morning , Dock Ward- The Warrens

Congratulations! You have Completed Act II !!

You now make your way to new and strange lands to face an enemy you know little about. The journey is long and perilous and the task may prove deadly. You go on this quest with brave hearts and sharpened steel. You will prevail!!!

Battle of the Mist Towers

Start- 16 Flamerule, Late Afternoon (1630hrs), The Broken Ward

We made are way to the three Mist Towers to destroy or stop the mist created by the cauldron and to destroy Brother Furii Fallon if we could. When we reached the courtyard where the Towers stood dozens of vampire spawn staggered suddenly from the shadows. Their power diminished from the sunlight that filtered through the mist they were a deadly danger, numbers alone made us flee for the Towers and blocking the door they descended upon us. We made our way to the tops of the Towers and the walkways that led to the cauldron, suspended in the center. That black cauldron spewed forth the sickly dark mist and caused confusion to any that was touched by it, the wind blew it very close to us. From the mist came Furii and a mighty battle ensued. Spawn began to climb the Towers from all sides. We battled and fought, sliced and slashed, burned and bombarded and by the grace of the gods we were successful. We added the potion to the cauldron that the Abbot Gundrun gave us and were almost killed to a man by Brother Furii. But the mist dissipated and the cleansing sun washed that evil from the Realms. Now that the immediate danger has ended ABbot Gundrun locked down the Abby of Many Moons and is trying his best to restrain the growing hunger of his brothers and even himself. Everyday threatens to overwhelm their great discipline and cause them to break free and go on a blood thirsty rampage.

Now that we have healed and rested we must not linger, we go the Dock Ward and to the seedy tavern, the Thirsty Sailor, to meet Hanna Von Bastion, captain of the Maelstrom. That is the vessel that will bring us to the Moonshaes and the recovery of the Satient Fountain, the only thing that will save the goodly monks and keep Lord Serinwrath from gaining incredible power.

End- 17 Flamerule, Early Morning , The Silver Dragon Inn

Day Break in the Broken Ward

Start- 16 Flamerule, Early Morning, The Broken Ward

We drove back all the remaining spawn in the building and sealed it off effectively enough…we think. We prepared our defenses here as best as we are able and the girl Kat has uninvited all vampires from their home. The rest of the building has been thoroughly searched and an impromptu coffin made from a crate was found in the attic space and was destroyed. We can only assume it was the coffin of one of the spawn or Furri Fallon himself.

We lost Corax the barbarian today, he was brave and died well. He will be forever missed.

Erick sent us more aid in the form of another comrade, a barbarian from the Northlands named U.N. Owen. A half-elf greatly skilled in combat, a great asset. Erick also offered a plan to lift the mist that shrouds the Broken Ward and allows vampires to maintain some protection from the sun.

The dawn has come and we now make our way to the Mist Towers to destroy the cauldron that produces the mist. Furii has yet to show himself but we have the feeling that today is the day as he will no doubt seek to defend the Mist Towers. The druid, Olin, anticipates that sunset will occur fully at 2000hrs. We must hurry and not be caught out in the open with out even the filtered sun to protect us.

Time is pressing, we must finish here soon and lay our plans to retrieve the Satient Fountain. Erick presses for our return and we are loathe to fail him.

End- 16 Flamerule, Afternoon (1630hrs), The Broken Ward

Night of the Living Dead

Start- 15 Flamerule, Late Evening, The Broken Ward

We fought hard the vampire spawn but retreated into Hammerstone General Goods, the building with the children, and began what amounts to a siege. Before we entered we had to break free of the spawn and Jeremy gallantly gave his life so we could accomplish that. Not knowing if he was dead or alive we saw him being carried off by the spawn to an unknown destination.

When we reached the interior of the building we noted a total of six scared children and began to fortify the clumsily bored up windows. Erick sent in two more adventures to assist us and they bear a sealed bundle of papers for Alatar. Their names a Olin and Gerard and they are brave and hearty fighters and wield divine magic. Barring a few incidents we were able to bring inside and administer some healing to the many wounded.

We put the children in one of the rooms and left them until we heard their screams. One of the spawn broke threw the window with a large stone and used her mind dominating powers to make one of the children invite he and her comrade in. We now do battle with the intruders while the building is becoming surrounded by a large number of spawn.

How we will get out of this predicament the gods only know!

End- 16 Flamerule,Early Morning, The Broken Ward

The Broken Ward

Start- 14 Flamerule, Morning, Sewer Rat’s Treasure Room

We recovered the body of the Sharran mage and turned his corpse over to the city authorities. There was an imprisoned Shadow Thief in the treasure room that freed himself during our battle with the gargoyles and tried to make his way out with some of the Sewer Rat’s treasure. We stopped him and turned him over to the city watch and kept a good amount of gold and magic items for ourselves. Needless to say we may have made mortal enemies of the Sewer Rats.

The job we came to Waterdeep for is done, the Shadow Thieves are broken and the remnants of the guild will be routed out be the city watch. We have only to give our personal testimonies to the Lords. Balthorr does live but Alatar has chosen to break his oath made in the name of his god and informed the authorities about his relationship with the Shadow Thieves and the possession of illegal poisons. We are as yet unaware of the outcome of that situation.

We have learned of the aging curse that affects the Silvertrees and have accepted another task in their name and in the name of all goodly folk of the Realms. See Home Page

We are now in the Broken Ward at the behest of Abbot Gudrun Thorunn of the Order of Many Moons to find a monk name Furii Fallon that has gone mad with blood hunger. Without the Satient Fountain to ease his hunger he will eventually break into the city proper killing innocents and endangering the secrets of the peaceful vampires of the Abby. And if this fountain is not found all the monks of the Order will fall to the same fate. We encountered and battled three aurochs in the ward mad with terror and maimed beyond recognition by tooth and claw. A short distance away we found many more animals that could only be the livestock of the residents of the Ward. They were torn to shreds and among them, feeding on the bodies, we spotted a fanged and crazed woman covered in blood, most likely one of the vampire spawn of Furii. How many other spawn he has created is unknown, but they are hostile because she now attacks us unprovoked.

End- 15 Flamerule, Early Morning, Abbey of the Many Moons

Congratulations!!! ACT I has been completed:

You have gathered the almost all of the evidence required to bring this issue of the Shadow Thieves to the Lords of Waterdeep. You have the illegal poison in Balthorr’s possession and no doubt that when his home is raided by the authorities they shall find more, sealing his doom. You have the Shadow Slippers, evil fell magic that can only be used for evil purposes, you have ST Harozz, alive and ready to testify to the Lords about the goings on in the recently burned Foaming Flagon, You have your own testimonies backed up by respectable characters such as Erick Silvertree and his mother Loria. You also have the other shopkeepers and residents of the trade ward that have been threatened , extorted and assaulted by the Shadow Thieves and their associates. Erick and his mother have been busy convincing them that you have effectively broken the backs of the Shadow Thieves and they are no longer in danger of reprisal.

The process has begun, Sir Rennis Fairstavis, a direct represenative of the law enforcing Lords of Waterdeep has been briefed by Erick and Loria Silvertree and all the evidence has been presented. All but the testimony of your party and the events you bore witness to. Also, with all fingers pointing to a real situation that threatens the city the powers that be will go to more extreme methods of information gathering. The body of the Sharran mage will provide information about who created and supplied these magic slippers to the Shadow Thieves, a most valuable piece of information.

You have also killed, captured or caused to flee many of the Shadow Thieves in the Trade Ward and beyond. You have seriosly weakened their defenses and left them ripe for the authority to come in and brush them away once and for all. Also, You have instilled the other shopkeepers in the ward to come forth with the abuses the Shadow Thieves brought upon them, they no longer fear them as they once did; your brave actions are directly responsible for that. It looks as if the folk of the city are safe from this particular threat. And more directly the Silverdragon Inn and its owners, the family Silvertree, are safe from the dangers without.

Last Piece

Start- 14 Flamerule, Early Morning, Plane of Shadow

We were attacked by Shadow Wolves while on the Shadow Plane. A traveler name Travis came from the darkness to aid us in the battle. Travis was trapped here and we were able to provide him a way out via the shadow slippers. Before we were able to use the magic to get home Balthorr used his intimate knowledge of the function of the Slippers to leverage his freedom. He would not instruct us on their function until we all promised to let him go after we were back on our home plane.

Upon reaching the prime material plane we made our way to the Silver Dragon Inn to update the Silvertrees on our progress. It seems to us the Erick and Loria continue to age and weaken but they will not speak of it until the Shadow Thieves have been shut down completely. Erick is happy and proud of our work thus far and there is one more task to complete the list of evidence that will prompt the Lords of Waterdeep to act. We must retrieve the body of the mage that accompanied the Shadow Slippers into Waterdeep. He can be questioned from the nether world and be forced to answer honestly about how such powerful and evil magic items were created in abundance.

We hired a spellcaster to assist us in finding the body. We believe that it is in the possession of the Sewer Rats. Also, another friend of the Silvertrees arrived in Waterdeep to aid us in our adventures. He is a ranger named Sorbin

We have found the body in a treasure room of sorts deep in the wererats territory…and by the gods! We alerted the protectors of this place…gargoyles!!

End- 14 Flamerule, Morning, Sewer Rat’s Treasure Room

On the Plane of Shadow

End- 13 Flamerule, Late Evening , Sewers

The battle against Balthorr and his henchmen in the Torch Chamber proceeded well and suddenly ST Harozz appeared in the Torch Chamber with bolts in his back and near death. He warned that he burned the Inn of the Foaming Flagon to eradicate the Shadow Thieves rather than be a slave to them. He tells many died in the fire but some followed him into the sewers before the cellar burned. Now there are desperate Shadow Thieves ahead of us and the Sewer Rats behind. We are wounded and short of spell and healing. Balthorr, now our captive a fearing his life instructed us on the use of the Shadow Slippers that he was bringing to the STs. We made our escape into the Plane of Shadow, a loathsome place or darkness and foul energies. We now make our way along the plane and the baying of Shadow wolves now surround us; Gods have mercy…

End- 14 Flamerule, Midnight, Plane of Shadow


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