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The next installment on the Tales of the Troll Lands, following the disaster trio as they begin their journey to discover what caused the dragon attack in the first place.
This time featuring a brand new party member AND an incredible illustration by @midnightechoes who did an astounding job bringing our girl Talem to life
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It was a calm night in a small human town on the borders of the troll lands. The sun had just set, and the people went about their business. Shops closed, bars opened, some made their way home to call it a day, some went off to enjoy their nights.
And in the church at the center of town a priestess went about her cleaning duties.
The life of clergy wasn’t exactly glamorous. It was a lot of busy work and not a lot of recognition.
Not like Aurea minded, she did this for the pleasure of helping others. Though it would be nice if she could do more.
She could still help people here, but could she really make that much of a difference while stuck in this small isolated town?
The Gods had gifted her with magic, shouldn’t she be out there saving people in need?
How selfish of her.
She should just focus on her tasks, and care for the people she can care for.
Her dreams of adventure could wait.
Nearly an hour had passed by the time the head priest returned to congratulate her on her hard work. He was a kind old man, happy to serve the people just like she was.
With her nightly tasks done she was ready to head home when she heard a loud thumping against the temple’s door, like someone was trying to knock it down with a battering ram. She froze, unsure of what to do, and for a moment there was silence, before a loud booming voice called.
“Is anyone there? I was told I could find a healer here.”
Oh. It was a troll…
Why would a troll need a healer?
The head priest wasted no time opening the doors for them.
The figure behind it stood easily over 10ft tall, though they were downright scrawny for their size. They had blue skin, short white hair, and a pair of small tusks protruding from their mouth. They wore only a simple vest and pants, not bothering with shoes, or any protection from the colder weather.
And they seemed perfectly fine.
“What is it you need, my child?” The head priest asked.
“My name is Talum,” he introduced himself with a bow that nearly had him knocking his forehead to the arch of the door, “me and my party are traveling north and wanted to request the services of a healer to accompany us.”
Party?
As in an adventuring party?
“My child, I don’t think–”
“I’d be happy to accompany you,” Aurea interrupted without a thought, “though I’m not sure of what service I can be to your kind.”
Talum waved off her worries, “we’re expecting plenty of burn wounds in the future, so you’ll be plenty useful… oh! And properly compensated. We do not expect you to work for free.”
Compensation was the last thing on her mind if she was being honest.
Sure money is nice, but the chance to truly go out there and make a difference in the world?
She just couldn’t let that opportunity pass her by.
The head priest loudly cleared his throat and looked wearily her way, “are you sure about this? You’ve never left the city walls before, and I’m certain this journey will be arduous.”
“I’m certain,” she answered, coming over to him and taking his hands, “please trust me. I know I can do this, and I’m certain this is where I’m needed most.”
The man looked ready to argue, but some puppy dog eyes were more than enough to get him to agree.
Talum chuckled at the sight, “very well then! Consider yourself hired. We’ll be departing tomorrow night, so you’ll have all day to pack up and get ready.”
“Of course,” she happily answered, before realizing something odd about his plan, “wait. We’ll be leaving at night?”
~~~
Right.
They were trolls…
Blessed by the goddess of the moon with great night vision. They were active exclusively at night, which meant she also had to be active at night. They didn’t like fire, so no torches either. She would have to make do with an enchanted lantern that generated no heat.
Aurea shuddered as the cold winds blew past her, and she pulled her cloak closer to cover her chest.
Behind her Cendis chuckled.
“Need some warming up, big girl?”
Cendis was a fire giant. Somehow even taller than her troll companions by a good 5ft at the very least. Her eyes glowed red in the night, and small embers pulsed within the red braids of her hair, illuminating the ashen skin of her face and the black scales of her cloak.
“I’m fine, thank you,” Aurea insisted, though she wouldn’t mind a little more warmth, “wouldn’t want to make our friends uncomfortable.”
“Oh please,” Cendis scoffed, “hey Talem, quit being a little bitch, and let me make some fire for our friend.”
Talem, the leader of the group turned to look at her.
She was Talum’s twin, though she was somehow much larger than him. She was built like a stone wall, and her muscles would already be terrifying on someone of human size, let alone a troll. Her tusks and her hair were also considerably longer than Talum’s - he liked keeping both trimmed and well cared for.
Then there was the most standout trait about her. Something Aurea constantly tried not to look at, and had yet to bring attention to.
Talem was missing her left arm. All that was left was a burned stump right below the shoulder.
“Are you fucking serious?” Talem asked, sounding more annoyed than angry, but still carrying far more antagonism than Aurea was comfortable with.
“Come on,” Cendis insisted, “what’s the worst that could happen? She’s our healer, if we fuck up she can just patch you back up in no time. Right, big girl?”
“R-Right,” she stammered out, partially because of the cold and partially out of surprise of being brought into this conversation.
“See?”
“Ugh, fine,” Talem waved off, “just don’t do anything stupid.”
“When have I ever?” Cendis joked, though from Talum’s look it was clear this wasn’t a question that should be answered.
This set the unfortunate pace that the next few days followed.
Aurea would struggle to adapt to her new conditions, Talem would act dismissive, and one of the other two would come to her defense.
The friction between them only became worse once she realized Talem was the clear leader of the group. They were all friends - all except Aurea of course - but Talem was the one in charge.
Which did beg the question.
Why?
She was the boss, in theory she was the one who decided to hire Aurea. She was the one who went out of her way to get a healer.
Then why did she seem to resent her presence so much?
At least she still had the company of the other two. Cendis especially seemed the most welcoming and accommodating. So Aurea grew to trust her, and one night when Talem left camp to go hunting, she found herself asking her companion the reason for their leader’s behavior.
“It’s because she’s an idiot,” Cendis answered matter of factly, lounging back next to her tent.
“I don’t think that’s fair to her,” Aurea tried to defend, sitting by the campfire.
“No, she’s right,” Talum nodded in agreement, though it was hard to hear him since he was sitting so far away from the flame, “my sister is an idiot.”
Those weren’t the most helpful of answers,so she pressed on. “I’m sure there has to be more to it than that.”
“Okay, you’re right,” Cendis surrendered, “she’s proud, hard headed, and an idiot.”
Aurea sighed, “fine, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“I’m serious,” the giant insisted, “look Talem is easily the nicest, most clever person I know, but the moment her pride is on the line she turns into a huge pain in the ass.”
“What?” That didn’t make sense to her, “she hired me, how am I a threat to her pride?”
Talum flinched, “so about that… Cendis only told her we were hiring a healer well after I talked to you about it.”
“Oh yeah,” Cendis chuckled, “and I had to threaten to slice her other arm off if she didn’t accept that we were hiring you.”
Aurea looked utterly appalled by the implication. Cendis didn’t seem to understand that.
“What?” She shrugged, “It would grow back.”
She sputtered, trying to find a way to argue that point, but soon decided it was best to just leave that be and focus on the main topic at hand.
“Okay, but why all the subterfuge? Why did you have to hide it from her that you were gonna have a healer?”
“Because needing you is the same as admitting things have changed, and to do so is admitting defeat,” this time Talum answered, walking closer to their campfire so he may speak to her eye to eye, “and every time something has to change to accomodate for you, she’s reminded of that defeat.”
Right. That. So that’s why they hired her in the first place. The one thing she had been refusing to address this entire time.
Aurea shrunk into herself, and pulled her cloak closer around her.
Maybe she shouldn’t have come into this journey…
No.
She said she wanted to help more people, and Talem clearly needed help, even if she was being a stubborn, proud idiot about it. She just had to find a way to get through to her.
She stood up again and met Talum’s eyes. “How do I get her to get over it then? I need her to know I’m not leaving this group, and that I’m not some burden she has to bitterly accept!”
Cendis chuckled heartily at that and answered, “oh, I know just the way.”
~~~
Days passed, and Aurea held her new trick close to her chest, waiting for the perfect moment to use it. The perfect moment to gain Talem’s respect, and regain some control over her adventuring life.
…Either that or ruin it entirely, get kicked off the party for good, and have to trek two weeks back through the forests again, all on her own.
But no good plan ever came without risks.
And speaking of plans…
Talem was going over the maps of the coming marshlands surrounding the black dragon’s abandoned lair.
There was a well worn trail snaking its way through the sparse patches of solid ground in these lands. It would make for a winding journey, but a safe and dry one.
Though that didn’t seem like Talem’s plan.
“The water around here should be barely knee height,” she pointed out, gesturing at the map, “we can easily save a day of travel by cutting through here.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Aurea blurted out without even realizing what she was saying.
“Look it’s not that bad, it’s shallow water,” Talem argued, sounding as if she already knew this was gonna be a problem.
“That’s waist height for me!” She almost yelled this time, “I’m not walking through waist high, murky swamp water, in the middle of the night!”
“What? Do you want me to carry you around then, princess?” Talem spat with a cruel laugh.
“What I want is for you to actually take me in consideration for once!” She jumped up, staring the sitting troll right in her eyes, “I’m as much a part of this group as you, and I demand to be treated with respect.”
“Respect!? Do you know how considerate I’ve been this entire time!?” Talem shouted back, pushing herself up as well, “letting you keep a fire every night, slowing down our march to keep up with your pace, stopping early so you could get used to traveling at night. I’ve done nothing but be welcome towards you, and all you do is complain!”
“I’m the one complaining!? You can’t do a single favor without acting like it’s some great, tragic sacrifice!” The shouting was exaggerated, meant to escalate things, but oh was it cathartic. Maybe she was faking it less than she thought, “maybe if you were such a great planner, you would have considered my needs before hiring me!”
Talem growled, “well, maybe I shouldn’t have hired you in the first place!”
At that Talum decided to intervene, rising up to his sister eye level, “hey, hey, maybe we should all just calm down and talk things out later.”
“No!” Aurea shouted, making Talum step back in surprise, “I am not just going to stand here and take this any longer! Talem! I challenge you to a troll’s duel!”
There was a beat of silence.
Talum stunned in shock that she would use her secret weapon now, Cendis looking almost giddy to watch this unfold, and Talem utterly confused for but a moment before shooting her two other companions a murderous glare.
Cendis only replied with a shrug, which did nothing to calm her temper.
“You’re kidding me, right?” Talem asked, baffled, before turning back to Aurea, “you’re kidding. I could pin you down with one foot.”
Aurea was unaffected by the boast, standing firm against the troll - even though she was barely half her size - “if you’re so sure, then you have no reason to deny my challenge.”
“Alright, big girl,” she said, cracking her neck, “I’ll bite. A troll’s duel it is.”
With a quick command they began to move their maps aside to free up space for their clash.
A troll’s duel. A battle not to the death or to first blood, but to submission.
All weapons were allowed, though most preferred to fight with their bare hands and grapple their opponents to the ground. This was not an option for Aurea, so instead she would fight with her grandpa’s greatsword.
“Are you both ready?” Cendis asked, taking the role of their judge.
“Last chance to ditch,” Talem taunted.
“Ready.” Was all the answer she gave her.
“Tch, ready,” Talem echoed.
“Very well. Begin! ”
Aurea rushed in and stuck by Talem’s right side. It would be easy to focus the left, use the missing arm to her advantage, but that would only undermine her plan. She had to prove to Talem that she was more than just a reminder of her failure, and she couldn’t do so by pressing on her left side.
The troll swung with her right arm, her claws raking dirt and tossing it towards Aurea, who was forced to step back. She barely recovered her footing when a massive fist came crashing towards her head.
Aurea lunged to the side, and the ground shook with the impact of that fist.
Okay, maybe she underestimated Talem’s strength just a little bit.
Another swing came her way, but this time she managed to roll under it, getting right next to Talem’s leg.
She swung her sword to the back of the troll’s knee… but hesitated. Talem could regenerate, but she had never harmed someone before, she wasn’t sure if she could.
Her opponent cared very little for her moral dilemma and simply backhanded her hard enough to send her flying into the treeline.
With a loud crack, she hit a tree trunk shoulder first.
“Ready to give up?” Talem asked.
Aurea looked at her arm. Dislocated. Well that wasn’t good.
She pushed her arm back into place, and whispered a quick prayer to heal her muscles.
A feeling like warm, soothing, water washed over her shoulder and she gave it a feel stretches to try it out.
Good as new.
“In your dreams.”
Talem growled and rushed towards her, but Aurea was prepared. The tree toppled under her blow, but the human was left safe and sound.
“Are you gonna start fighting back, or are you just gonna waste everyone’s time again?” Came another taunt.
“I’ll fight back when you start taking this fight seriously!” She shot back.
There was another growl and another blow, “I’m trying not to kill you, you idiot.”
“Well then stop,” Aurea shouted, “I’m your opponent! Treat me as such!”
“Fine!” She shouted and the rumble she heard was not of a growl, but of thunder. Talem’s eyes glowing an unnatural blue.
Now for every swing of Talem’s fist there came a strike of lightning, and as fast as Aurea was, she couldn’t dodge lightning.
It seared her skin and made her muscles twitch with every hit, but she kept her prayer strong, healing her body faster than Talem could harm it.
She just had to keep it steady. Look for an opening. Wait for the perfect moment, for when Talem’s rage reached its peak.
Gods above what was she doing?
Fighting a massive troll, imbued with the power of the storms, in some random forest, in the middle of the night.
Why did she think this was a good idea?
Talem lifted her fist again, crackling with energy.
That was it. It was now or never. Even in her rage, there was no way she would fall for this trick a second time.
This time when lighting struck, she was ready, her blade was lifted up into the air, the metal attracting the electricity. The sword heated up in her hands and an arc formed between it and Talem’s body. It was a terrifying amount of power contained in the small space between them.
And then she swung her sword.
The arc shot back, sending Talem flying backwards and burning a pair of trees next to her.
There was a quick prayer. A wish for good luck. Pleading that her plan would go exactly as she wanted.
The trees cracked and toppled, one landing perfectly over Talem.
Aurea couldn’t believe it.
Sure, her prayers of healing were always answered. She was a channel to the gods’ benevolence.
But to have something so small, so silly, so selfish, be answered. It was a sign that this is what the gods wanted her to be doing.
She rushed over as fast as her tired legs would let her and placed a single foot on the troll’s chest, the tip of her blade coming to rest under her chin.
“Ready to give up?” Aurea echoed.
“In your dreams,” Talem shot back, but with her good arm caught under a tree she could not push herself free of Aurea’s foot.
“And that’s three!” Cendis declared loudly, “Aurea is the victor of this troll’s duel!”
She let out a breath she had been holding and took her foot off of Talem.
“Oh you lucky little shit!” Talem shouted as she continued to struggle her way out.
“Luck or not the victory is still mine,” Aurea challenged again.
“She does have a point, you know,” Cendis commented, lifting the tree off of her friend.
“Seriously?” She asked as she sat up, earning herself only a glowing red glare from the giant, “okay, okay,” she grumbled before turning to face Aurea, “I’m sorry for mistreating you all this time.”
“And?” Talum added.
“And you're not a burden to this team.”
“And?” Cendis added again.
“And I’ve been a hard headed jackass this whole time,” she snarled, “are you happy now?”
Aurea couldn’t help but giggle a little at that, “actually I was already happy with just the apology, but since you’re feeling so kind, maybe you could be the one to carry me through all those waters.”
Talem glared at her and for a moment that blue spark returned to her eyes, but it soon relented.
“Fine, I guess you deserve that much,” she sighed, and pushed herself up to her feet, “but I’m gonna want a rematch later.”
The trolls of Grurg are Urgar’s tribe, and they are ruthless warriors who use goblins as slaves and eat gnomes for breakfast.
Grasha is the troll in charge of the goblins. Unlike most of her tribe, Grasha cares for the goblins and will even defend them from other trolls. Her babies are her pride and joy.
Thurrk is Urgar’s old mother, and the tribe’s fiercest warrior. It is said, that the conflict between Grurg and Otrolden started with a grudge between Thurrk and one of the Otrolden shamans, but no one dares ask Thurrk about it.
Sorry I took like a week off because writing 5k words in 5 days kinda burns you out, who could have guessed?
But now I'm back and I can give y'all some updates for the month.
So surprisingly there were only 2 donations at the 3k fic tier, and only one of them had a fic idea attached to it, so it looks like there'll be no poll this month.
Instead you guys can look forward to
The Return of the Disaster Troll Trio!
in which those three idiots finally get a healer to keep them from fucking themselves up even further, and now a young human woman has to adapt to living with three giants who are only active at night and hate fire.
But that's not all, because we got two 1k fics this month too
We have Winter drunkenly stumbling her way into a threesome with Fiona and May
as well as Weiss and Yang being hired to catch a White Fang spy at a fancy party. You guys can guess who the spy is
Also for fans of my trolls y'all have a wonderful surprise coming your way either later this month or next month.
Now for non-writing related updates. My birthday is next saturday and I'm planning on getting myself a tattoo to celebrate. I'll be sure to send y'all some pictures as soon as I can
And that's all I think. Looking forward to a wonderful July and hope you guys have fun with all the stuff I'm bringing your way
Oh fuck the year is almost over. JFC I've been doing this for a whole year now. WTF??? Where did the year go? Bring it back!
Existential crisis aside, this month we have A LOT, and I mean A LOT of good ideas, and honestly not even I can decide which one I like the most, so it's definitely gonna be a close one...
or everyone is gonna vote for more robo-fucking. I know how you horny bastards work.
Anyways our options this month are:
Robo Reagan's Pest Control: A follow up to "The Robot Who Loved Me" in which Reagan has to learn she doesn't need her father's love or approval, by having her robot gf throw him out of the building
The King and His Rose: More transmasc Weiss figuring himself out with the help of his favorite little dolt, for whom he may or may not be developing feelings for
Piltover's Spookiest: A Caitlyn x Vi story set not in the world of Arcane, but the in the world The Locked Tomb, with our new favorite scrawny necro and shorty cav
The Gift of Trollkind: The mythical origins of the troll people's gift of regeneration, the blessing that would one day define their entire society
It's been a year now so y'all know the drill, just follow this link and vote for which one you think I should write. I'll be posting the results on the 9th and the winner will be turned into a 3k word fic
Also if you wanna get your ideas listed here next month for the first poll of 2022, or simply help my broke ass pay the bills you can donate to my ko-fi (instructions over here)
Also for those curious about the comic from last month I just wanna assure y'all that it is under production and should be done by the end of the year...hopefully...making comics is hard, but don't worry it's getting worked on.
And I also wanna say thank you for a whole year of love and support, y'all truly made a world of difference and really saved my ass during a financially pretty fucked up year. Y'all are amazing so I just wanna send you guys a lot of love and fun stories, and wish you a wonderful holiday season 💜
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Last commission of the month! Which means I have plenty of time to work on my book without worries!
I also decided to keep the theme of the month going and just keep the THIRST
So who wants to read about a damsel in distress having her lesbian awakening after meeting a big beefy troll lady?
The castle shook, the clash of metal echoed through its halls, and in a dark cell, Lady Rose cowered. This could be her chance, the moment of her rescue, but she still feared they would fail. And she feared punishment would fall upon her head once this was all over.
Lady Rose had been at the mercy of an evil sorcerer for weeks now, held in this small cell until her father were to cave in, and surrender the magical artifact their family guarded. This was all far too much for her - who was never even meant to inherit her house - let alone care for its heirlooms. Now, she was reminded that even if she wasn’t first in line, she was still important enough to warrant being kidnapped and held for ransom.
Gods, what wouldn’t she give to be allowed a simple life. No grand machinations or evil schemes, no relics of ultimate power, and no big name to place a target on her back. Though that was a far away worry, right now her focus should be on getting out of this cell alive and well.
Not like she had much to do to guarantee that. So she did the one thing she could do, made herself as small, and quiet as she could, and hoped none of the sorcerer’s servants would think of hurting her.
Then she heard the lock on her cell door clicking, a scared squeak escaping her as she shrunk even further into her corner, praying for a miracle to save her.
The door slid open, and an unfamiliar voice called, “princess?”
She opened her eyes, to find not the sorcerer or his servants, but a young man in a mask and a dark hood. He looked… friendly?
“Are you well?” He asked, walking into the cell and offering her a hand, “can you walk?”
There is a moment of hesitation, of confusion. She hadn’t seen kindness like this in far too long, it made her weary. But she was far too desperate to push it away.
“I can,” she answered, taking his hand, “thank you.”
“That’s good,” he nodded, pulling her up, “my friends are buying us time to get away, but they can’t keep doing that forever, so we’ll have to run. Think you can do that for me?”
She had barely even walked this whole time she spent in this castle, and it made running seem like the last thing she could want, but that too she was too desperate to reject.
“I can.” She declared, telling both herself, and her savior.
He smiled, and next thing she knew they were running. Down stairs, and through halls and corridors. The sound of their feet slamming against the stone almost drowning out the battle raging just ahead.
Almost.
Nothing could really silence that noise. The clicking of the sorcerer’s mechanical servants, the clash of weapons, screams of pain, the horrible screech of metal being torn apart. It was haunting, and it only grew louder, and louder as they got closer to the front gate.
But not even those sounds could prepare her for the sight that awaited at the entrance hall. Warped metal littered the floor, blood splatters staining the tapestries on the wall, and the center of this chaos stood three entangled creatures. The two largest constructs she’d ever seen, a pair of mechanical wolves, one had its jaw clamped around the central figure’s shoulder even as its body had ceased to function, the other was currently being ripped in half, its lower body held to the floor by a large foot, while its upper half was yanked up with force.
Between the two of them, weighted down by their metal bodies, was a massive humanoid figure covered in blood. One of its arms was missing, it had gashes all over its body, and its face was indiscernible under its blood-caked hair, with only a pair of golden lights to tell where its eyes were.
It tossed the construct it held in its hand with a heavy grunt. It huffed and groaned as the wounds on its body began to close, and its missing arm grew anew, its blue skin now the the only part of its body not stained in red.
It was a monstrous, terrifying creature, the kind that would haunt you in your nightmares, that could crush your body without a thought and wring you between its hands like you were nothing. The kind of creature that would eat helpless princesses in children’s stories.
“Oh come on, Allia,” called a voice behind her, belonging to a woman with dreads in a black robe, “there is a damsel in the room, can you please try to look decent.”
The woman then gestured with her hand and in a second all grime was cleaned from the creature, Allia’s, body. Beneath all that blood and sweat was a body as blue as the sky, its muscle looking as if it had been chiseled from stone, strapped in just enough metal to pass as armor.
Allia pushed her cloud white hair back, and looked down at her clean self, smiling, her very sharp and shiny teeth now very visible to all in the room. She removed the last of the constructs from her shoulder with a nonchalant shove, allowing the pair of angelic wings on her back to stretch out behind her.
And with that final flourish, she got down on one knee so as to be closer to Rose’s height, and gently took her hand, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Rose. I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”
Rose would like to retract her previous assumptions about this woman. She was a gallant and charming hero, and anyone to ever imply otherwise is a blind fool who can’t recognize heroism when they see it.
“T-There’s no need to apologize, Lady Allia,” she stammered out, suddenly feeling very warm.
Allia gave her a winning smile that almost had her swooning, but one more member of this adventuring party arrived to save her. A woman in white robes, who looked almost exactly like the one in the black robes, ran in as fast as she could.
“Good news!” She loudly announced, “I trapped the sorcerer in a pocket dimension! Bad news! That’s gonna wear off in 38 seconds!”
“You heard the lady,” the hooded man yelled, “get a move on!”
With that they rushed out through the main doors, all but the good Lady Allia, who softly spoke, “allow me,” before picking Rose up in one arm, and carrying her out the front gate.
Goodness, with treatment like this maybe she should talk to her father about increasing whatever payment he was giving them.
…could she maybe convince him to offer her hand in marriage as a reward?
And so a new month begins, and with comes a new poll with more fics for y'all to pic.
But first I just wanna celebrate once again that WE GOT OUR DONATION GOAL! WE MADE IT TO 300 AND WE WILL BE MAKING THAT BUMBLEBY COMIC! So look forward to that.
Now onward to your wonderful ideas! And this time it's another 1v1!
The Robot Who Loved Me: In which Robo-Reagan returns to haunt Reagan (FROM INSIDE JOB! NOT THE FUCKING PRESIDENT!) once again, except instead of haunting her they both just end up making out. Reagan might learn something about taking care of herself, but she makes no promises
Return of the Disaster Troll Trio: We once again follow Talem, her twin brother Talum, and their friend Cendis, as they venture through the Troll Lands. Short one arm, these newly minted dragon slayers now have to recon with the fact that maybe, just maybe, they should look into getting a team healer.
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