Tadhiel
(#70138999)
Bound to Horcrux | Former Obelisk
Astrid
Sweetheart Swan
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Plague.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.24 m
Wingspan
9.35 m
Weight
950.13 kg
Genetics
Rose
Iridescent
Iridescent
Maize
Shimmer
Shimmer
Flint
Koi
Koi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
6
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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 T A D H I E L 
BARGHEST LORE AND LINEAGE PROJECT
SILENT SENTINEL BOUND TO HORCRUX 
"Sometimes I forget that I was never really just a statue, but locked in a prison of stone, just as Horcrux is now."
S tories told of a decrepit church in the woods, where lost souls were judged without mercy among weathered pews and faded tapestries. Gilded eyes once watched them enter, and hardly saw them leave. But now, some sing of good fortune if pale reds are what are seen, for that faded sight holds the gilded beast at bay, and is far more generous in his judgement. Instead of a darkened beast, a gentle brush of feathers is often all one feels of this scrutiny, even if it resides with them for the rest of their lives. At least, that's what the stories say. This is the tale of the Bound Soul, Tadhiel. |
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The Obelisks were created in an extravagant way, at least according to legends told of the dig in the Earthshaker's domain. A digsite, a slew of statues that broke open to reveal new servants of the Earthshaker, and suddenly these living statues were everywhere, serving the drakes that had freed them. Some even remained statues long after their discovery, despite coming to life among the masses of their kin. One such Obelisk had done the same, wishing to simply observe and to help. Many like him were whisked away by other drakes, hoping to gain some powerful ally in the new breed by showing them the world. While many of these turned out to be actual statues, this faded ivory statue was far from fake. Three of these statues were taken that day, each by their own drakes. One of Jade was swept away by an Emperor of Fire, a companion that could not melt or burn at his touch. One with a cavity of pestilence was taken by a greedy Necromancer, seeking to profit off of the cavity in his chest. The third was picked up carefully by a massive Imperial, a tree sprouting between feathered wings to settle him in the Garden of the Eleven as a silent sentinel to watch those who wander the overgrown paths. Kalel was the last of the three, carried away by Kaurik with gentle talons and a whispered promise of something greater. A purpose, someone to aid many who needed him... and perhaps to help the one cursing them within the Garden, with a bit of luck. Kaurik knew Kalel would manage. He knew the Obelisk was up to the task, as a natural protector and helper. Even as he was set beside Aziraphale's statue, the Imperial told him of his task, if he chose to accept it. All Kalel had to do was turn to his form as an Obelisk, to come to life, and greet him with the dawn. And that's exactly what he did in order to receive his name. "So. You've made your decision then." The Imperial stared at the large Obelisk, his hide akin to pale alabaster as those massive paws worriedly kneaded the peat beneath him. The new drake certainly appeared eager, at least to the untrained eye, but the jade Imperial knew better. It was one of many nervous ticks the newly formed drake showed as he simply nodded his head, deep red eyes doing their best to hide his concerns. Many of the newly formed Obelisks had a deep-rooted desire to please their new families, no matter what it took. Some faced easy tasks, from hunting to watching the hoard. Others, however, were given tests of strength and wit, facing Beastclans or building the structures that would become the new homes of those they'd someday join. The Imperial wanted to say his task would be simple, but he knew it to be a lie. What he had planned for the Obelisk was something even he could not face. "Kalel." The voice of the Obelisk startled him from his own darkened thoughts, causing the Imperial to look down at the pale figure beside him. He began to mull over the word, his mind struggling to find meaning to it. Perhaps it was the name of another excavator at the site? Or maybe it was something from the language of Coatls, rolling off the tongue like a struck chime. The serpent on his shoulder tilted it's head down as well before finding a voice of its own. "Kalel? What do you mean by that?" The Obelisk looked confused at the question, as if the answer were obvious. It wasn't to the Imperial, but he could see that the word had some meaning to the young drake. His ticks soon fell still, all the way down to those ruby eyes as they stared between the Imperial and the serpent. Finally, after some time had passed, he spoke again. "Kalel. That's the name my Father gave me." He was shocked by the news. The other two Obelisks had been nameless before they'd animated themselves once more. He'd been foolish to assume the same of the alabaster drake, apparently dubbed Kalel by the Earthshaker himself! Even his serpent seemed abashed as they withdrew into the boughs of the tree rooted to his back, hiding their pale form from sight. He swept his tail around Kalel, his large wing extended for an apologetic embrace. "I apologize, Kalel. I wouldn't dare tarnish the name given to you by one of the Eleven." Even as he made certain his voice held the mortification he felt, the Imperial found himself shocked even more by the look on Kalel's face as the Obelisk took a moment to register what was happening. The stone-like drake eventually shuffled into his side, his eyes closed as if he were pondering something. He certainly didn't seem offended, which was reassuring to the Imperial. Then Kalel spoke again. "Do not apologize. I figured one as ancient as you would need to call me something until I earn a name from you." He was speechless by the statement, to the point where even the Garden seemed to fall silent at Kalel's words. His jaw worked, but no sound came forth. Even his serpent seemed at a loss. How could this drake, not even a day old, have known he was ancient? Was it the tree? Perhaps something in the way he walked, or talked? Kalel saw this shock and was quick to try and placate him. "What I mean is I can tell you're older. You... you feel like my Father. I've done nothing to deserve whatever name you have for me, ancient one. I'd be honored to earn it instead." He relaxed a bit at that, though he was still definitely stunned. This drake, so new, could tell he was old. He could tell he'd been there when the earth shifted, the waters rose, and the fire rained from above. He knew, and he respected him as he would the Eleven. He managed a chuckle as his serpent peered at the drake, seeing him in a new light. "Well then, Kalel. It's about time you learned how to earn your new name." The Guardian stared at the Obelisk, studying the new breed with an attentive eye. He'd seen glimpses of others from a distance, and of course had heard of their desire to please other drakes, but this was the first time he'd ever truly met one. He was wondering if, perhaps, he should find some way to become one. He may be a Guardian, but he felt he couldn't hurt a fly most days, and the Obelisks were still wonderful new breeds. Then the image of his curly beard turning to a mane caused him to shake the notion off, eyes squinting slightly. Perhaps not. "It's an honor to work with another ancient one." The Obelisk's words made the Guardian pause, his mind still racing. That was another thing. He didn't believe all Obelisks could see such things, or sense them. Perhaps every drake from before their creation could seem ancient to them? However, he seemed to imply that there was more to it. Even Kaurik had said that he'd been compared to one of the Eleven! The very notion...! He looked to the Obelisk, to Kalel, and gave him a gentle smile. "Please, dear, just call me Azira. I may be older than most, but it certainly feels strange to be compared to the Eleven like that." He was relieved when the Obelisk simply nodded his head, turning away once more. Such a large creature, meant to dig and sculpt, and yet he hardly left prints behind as he walked... this new breed continued to amaze the Guardian each and every day. He watched Kalel settle, looking out to the dirt path where one of the Ophanim was meant to meet with them. He'd asked a great deal about them, but Azira really didn't have many answers. They were powerful drakes, called Sages by many, but here they earned an older title. It was awe-inspiring, in a way, watching these helpful drakes integrate themselves with the Archivists, but that was all the Guardian knew of them. "This one is different. I can feel it." Azira was snapped out of his thoughts at that, looking closely at Kalel. He looked thoughtful, if not a little worried, but that was about all he could see on that statuesque face. It was like the more he looked, the less he understood. The Guardian simply nodded his head. There were two Ophanim who had made themselves known in the Garden of the Eleven, and they seemed different, even to him. Hochmael was one thing, a powerful force to be reckoned with, at least when it came to his knowledge. The fact he was their leader in the Garden, the Ophaniel, only emphasized that point. However, the newest addition... His thoughts came to a halt when he heard the rustling of leaves, branches bending around a lithe golden form. A black muzzle, a row of golden eyes with long wavy golden fur... a massive hound with many eyes peered at them, causing Azira's breath to hitch. He'd known the Barghest could shift during the day, but to appear so sweet and innocent compared to her... It made him wish he'd been able to help her somehow, on that foreboding night. The Obelisk, meanwhile, only seemed to show a rare pure curiosity for the creature, moving forward with a smile on his face and a glimmer in his eyes. The Barghest looked Kalel over, walking around him as he simply seemed to take the hound in. Finally, she spoke. "Aziraphale, is this really the solution Kaurik has come up with? A new breed, untrained? He won't last a minute against her." Azira simply let out a huff at the hound, settling down as Kalel's jaw dropped. Of course she had her doubts. She may come across as playful to those who innocently wandered into the Garden, but knowing what this Obelisk was meant to do... He didn't blame her. She'd tried the same, and now she stood as a golden dog, playing in the light of day and feasting on the worries of those who followed her. However, despite this, he knew why Kalel was chosen by the Imperial. "He's a large breed, he's not capable of catching the curse of the Barghest, and his innocence will keep him from angering her further than what you already cover when it comes to her den." The Guardian of the Gate looked to Kalel, who was looking at the two of them with an innocence that gave Azira both a glimmer of hope and a sinking regret. It would aid the Obelisk, but... it could also go so horribly wrong. "If anyone can do something to tame that Barghest, Orli, it'd be Kalel." The Guardian could only pray they were right as Orli dipped her furred head, turning to lead the way to her own home. She'd ease their worries, then prepare Kalel as best she could before her boss came to lead him to Horcrux. When Kalel left, it'd be out of his claws. "So, ya managed to worry my mate a lot with Orli." The slender Imperial watched the Obelisk as he walked ahead, a determined look set on those stone-like features. He may have been given a purpose now, even if he felt he needed to earn his name, but the Imperial could still see a multitude of questions dancing in those ruby eyes. He'd have said Kalel wasn't taking this seriously if it weren't for the careful way he set himself between the two Imperials, guiding him down the paved paths of the long abandoned City of the Garden to the abandoned churchyard. Arcadia may have been in ruins now, but that mattered little to the Scholars who once called it home. Perhaps Kalel saw this, or maybe the bugger knew the danger after meeting the aftermath in Orli. It didn't matter to the lithe Imperial with his golden wings. All that mattered was that this Obelisk was doing something they couldn't, and he wouldn't forget it anytime soon. "He seems to worry about a lot, ancient one. Or do you prefer another name?" The slender Imperial had to remember to keep walking at that. This one was a good judge of character, and he learned quickly. That'd likely help him against this threat. He practically twisted about to look down at the Obelisk as he kept moving, drawing his head in close to Kalel as he scrutinized him for what seemed to be the hundredth time that evening. That innocence was still there, the desire to help, and even that seriousness, but what he was looking for was notably missing. A mocking tone, a mischevious glint to those eyes... they were more alike than he was comfortable with. "... Raphael, do give Kalel some room. You have no need to try and petrify him when we need him to focus on his task." Raphael coiled back a bit to glare at the larger Imperial, slinking away a bit from those icy eyes locked on him. The many wings, the eyes trailing down his side... everything about the Ophaniel set Raphael on edge, but that knowing glint in each pale orb locked on him was the worst. It disturbed him how little the other had changed compared to the rest of the Scholars. "Sssorry 'bout that. Just curious, Hoch. Won't happen again." Raph was lying and he knew it. He'd always been curious. Azira had told him once he might as well be the Arcanist in modern form, even if he was older than most. Most of the Scholars who wore their colors were, in the end. The one thing he couldn't handle, really, was his own curiosity, which had garnered him a den deep within the lowest levels of the caverns of the Focal Point. Even then, he'd remained curious, if not a little bitter about how he'd been treated. He'd begun to try and elaborate to Hochmael, missing how the larger Imperial had taken to ignoring what he said when the Obelisk interrupted him. "He was fine, you know. He was just curious, which I guess is easy to understand. It's not every day one of the Eleven makes a new dragon, or an old one is discovered. No harm done." Raph stared at Kalel, this time actually forgetting to continue their journey. Hochmael simply looked at the Obelisk, then back to Raphael with a slight nod. Seemed Kalel's word was law for now. Made sense with what he was being tasked with. After all, it wasn't every day a drake so easily risked their life to face a Barghest. "So, before we get to the Church of the Eleven, could you tell me more about Arcadia, Raphael? It looks like it was a beautiful place." The Imperial was happy to acquiesce, answering what he could. It may very well be his last request, after all. He was more than willing to give it to him. The hound stared at the strange creature from the shadows, her eyes narrowed as his pale form crossed the threshold of the churchyard. She knew the scent that clung to his fur, two Imperials who constantly evaded her sight while teasing her from the borders of her territory. She didn't know which of them was worse, really. One, a creature of cold and dark, old as the stars and unyielding as the ice his eyes reflected, stood as a grand barrier for her to overcome. The other, a serpent of the sky, teasing her with questions as he flitted like an Amphithere in the treeline. But beneath the two, faintly, rested the scent of the one who stood watch in the ruins, the Jade One. She'd have expected worse from those three. A new Barghest walked this land because of her, after all, and that one had remained ever close to her side, still wary of the one that had made her kin. She had been one of them, in a way. Surely they'd want her to pay for stealing such young blood from them! And yet, what they sent appeared gentle, soft, and the furthest thing from a warrior she'd ever known. It made her uneasy. She watched the creature as he walked between the pews, his long mane reflecting to her the light of the stained glass windows, even if it was pale in the moonlight. He seemed to know she must be there, even if he couldn't see her. Otherwise, he wouldn't be stepping so lightly, as if he were walking into the cavern of a hungry Tunnel Hydra. Her breath caught when the creature paused at one of the pews, peering down at something stuck in the crack between the seat and the backrest. She watched him carefully lift a scrap of paper, a sheet of old music from the choir that once sang here. She waited to see if he would pocket the parchment, only to be puzzled when he simply returned it to it's place, no worse for wear. Before she could question any more, he settled in the pulpit, peering out to the shadows that crept through the church. His words made her freeze. "There's no need to hide. They told me you were here. I'm just curious, is all." The hound stared at the strange alabaster creature, her eyes narrowed. Was this some sort of trap? Some monstrous ploy to strike her down as soon as she appeared? She couldn't allow it. He was dangerous, and she had to deal with him now. Not yet. The thought swam in her head like a whisper, giving her pause. Her mind liked reminding her of things every now and again, things that distracted her from her role in the world. This time it seemed to be her curse she was born with, her need to feed. Dreams of grandeur that came from those who saw the gold and silver scattered about were the best for her, but this one hadn't been drawn to any of it. And yet, his curiosity, his creative mind... it was the perfect place to find a meal. All she needed was for him to rest. She watched him as he stood, seemingly nervous as he squinted into the shadows, then shook his head. "If you won't come to me, I'll come to you with my questions." She expected him to find her in the shadows, to walk to her and try to force something that way. However, the last thing she expected was to see the drake rest his large paws on the pulpit, slowly falling completely still as he closed his eyes. She watched, silent as the grave as he stood there, akin to a statue. Finally, she saw the faint stirring of breath, the distinct rise and fall of his chest, and came to a startling conclusion. This drake had fallen asleep! He'd left himself open for her to come to his own mind, to drain on him until he becomes a mere echo! Surely this was a trap...! And yet, there had been no malice in his eyes. There had been no intent for harm since he had first come to her attention. He seemed harmless, to the point those who sent him even worried for him like he were a child. "... What is your plan, Alabaster One?" She hardly knew she spoke as she approached the creature, her furred hide picking up most of the scattered gold pieces as her wings materialized, finally approaching from the shadows. The Barghest, a manifestation of the church itself, slowly approached the creature, taking a few moments to make sure he was truly resting before she touched the light cast over him, her eyes locked on his figure. She curled up around him, resting her head next to his as she finally closed her own eyes, stepping into his dream. She was somewhat surprised to see nothing had changed. Not really. The moonlight was brighter, the colors more vibrant, but the church was the same. The pews were as they were left, the windows carrying a faint layer of dust, the tapestries still faded and worn. It was the church, but it was clearly a dream. It took her a moment to see the Alabaster Creature was where he'd been sleeping, the only difference being his eyes were open, staring back at her. "So, you're the fearsome Barghest Horcrux? The one the others are afraid of? You don't seem to be something to fear to me." Horcrux stared at the creature, quiet as she approached him. He wasn't afraid? Everyone was! She wasn't even a proper hound, just an amalgamation of feathers, glass, metal, and fur. She held the curse of the Barghest, but she also fought whispers of temptation and vies for power. She was a monster if ever there was one! How was he not afraid of her? Even the Barghest she'd made feared her! She was shaken from her thoughts by the creature as he stepped down from the pulpit, still as gentle as when he'd entered her domain. "What-Who are you?" The Barghest snarled at the Alabaster One, her feathers ruffled as she felt those whispers of danger and strength echo in her mind. She could fight him. She could flee. She could eat this dream up and be on her way. She could do so much... but something stayed her claws. This creature was careful, gentle, peaceful. This creature didn't seem to want to cause her harm. This creature... he seemed different than anyone else who had entered the church, both on the outside and deep within. He settled before her, lifting out a large paw pad-up towards her as he gave her his best smile. "My name's Kalel, one of the newest creations of the Earth Father. I'm an Obelisk, and I have so many questions about you. Would you mind answering them for me?" Neither knew when the moon set, turning the twilight to dawn. Neither were truly aware of the shift to day, nor of when the Obelisk awoke from his dream. Neither were even aware the dream had truly ended... And neither noticed how they could no longer part ways, the statuesque drake being the only one standing as daylight danced along new glassy feathers. "What happened to me, Kaurik?" The Obelisk, if he could still be called one, sat next to the Imperial with the tree rooted to his back, his large paw itching at some new glassy feathers that had sprouted from his legs. The blend of fur and feathers was new to him, as was the odd patchwork of stone on his hide, a gray that matched the hound's hide from the night before. He didn't know if the change was a good one or not, but he knew he'd done something, which was more than the others had hoped for. The Imperial was peering at him, quiet as he mulled his words over. "I told you this already, Alabaster Obelisk. We are Bound. We are One. That is what happened." There it was. The other strange thing. Even though the dream had ended, he could still see the fragments of glassy wings and shining golden eyes at the edge of his vision, still hear the voice of Horcrux as if she were by his side still, coiled around him as she had been in the pulpit of the Church of the Eleven. He didn't know what that meant, to be Bound, but something told him this was common knowledge with the Barghests. Kaurik surely knew what this was, right? How it had happened? "I only know what I can tell you. Aziraphale came to check the churchyard at dawn, when the Barghest rested, and found you still as the grave in the pulpit, as if you had ended a sermon and remained there since the church had fallen to ruin. He found you with those feathers, with wings closer to silk and thread than alabaster stone. He found you staring ahead with pale eyes, as if they were blinded by light, in a silent daze." The Imperial continued to list what the others had found. How he'd been daydreaming, how the Barghest was nowhere to be found, and how he'd continued to sprout more feathers as the day went on. They'd thought they'd caught him becoming her next meal until he'd awoken from his daze, answering what questions he could in a slow, sluggish tone. None of them knew what he was, and had called in Kaurik for answers. All this Kalel knew. What he wanted to know was what it meant to be Bound. "What does it mean to be Bound to a Barghest, Kaurik?" The Imperial's speech came to a stuttering halt, his eyes locked on the Obelisk. It seemed the question had finally left him at a loss for words. Something told Kalel that it was a good thing they were alone. The Imperial shifted a bit on his feet, thinking over his words carefully as he met the gaze of the now pale-eyed Obelisk. Kalel could practically hear Horcrux's angry growl at how slow the elder Imperial was, and silently chided her. He was just being kind, as he had been to her, and she to him. Finally, he fished a book down from the boughs of the tree, his serpent holding it in place as he opened it. After finding his place in the rose-colored book, he spoke. "... And so the Alabaster Obelisk settled in the pulpit, closing his eyes. He'd been warned that sleeping, dreaming in the territory of the Barghest was a cry for death, but he knew the creature feared him. The only way to speak to her, to get his answers and to truly learn of what was happening in the church, was to walk into her claws and ask. He did not know she remained in his mind when he woke..." Kaurik trailed off, looking down at Kalel to see his reaction. The Obelisk simply looked satisfied, nodding his head. It made too much sense. It still felt like he was dreaming, in a sense. He could hear an almost satisfied whine from Horcrux, feel her against his side, and looked back up to the Imperial. "It explains why I can still hear her. Barghests merge themselves with the minds of their victims, right? And must leave before they wake? So if she was still there when I came around..." Kalel didn't need to finish the sentence. They all knew what he meant. If Horcrux remained in his mind when he came around... she'd be Bound to him, because he'd be able to hold her back. Finally, Kalel began scratching again, his eyes narrowed. "Only wish it didn't itch so badly. It feels like I fell into a nettle bush." Kaurik's laugh caused the Obelisk to scowl at the Imperial, reacting in part to an offended whisper from Horcrux on his reaction to the kind Obelisk's discomfort. Finally, Kaurik calmed himself, returning the book to the tree. "I apologize. Most would worry over the Barghest bound to them, so your worry over the itching startled me." Kalel calmed himself, realizing the Imperial was right. He should worry over Horcrux and her influence. Would he rampage as she supposedly did? Would he attack drakes in the churchyard? Would he be able to stop her from showing through? Horcrux had fallen silent at that. She seemed wary to the Obelisk, which Kalel thought was for a good reason. The Bound seemed to have a great deal of power over the Barghest bound to them. It made sense for her to be afraid, especially with what she'd told him. Those voices... no drake should go through that alone. "All you would need to do is talk to me. I'll listen to one without greed like you." Horcrux's words silenced his racing thoughts, causing his frets to swiftly dissipate like mist in the light of day. He looked up to Kaurik, a calm look on his face as he simply nodded his head. It was alright. He knew most would struggle. But it seemed, at least to him, they had managed to pick the perfect drake for the job of confronting the Barghest of the churchyard. Kaurik seemed to understand, nodding his head. It took him a moment to speak again. "Perhaps I can help with your feather problem? If you don't mind it. I used to imbue breed change scrolls back when they were first made. Perhaps... a new form would better suit the new growths from being bound to Horcrux." Kalel stared, wide-eyed as the Imperial realized what he'd suggested. Change him from the breed he'd been made as, molded by the Earthshaker himself, to something else? Kalel forced himself to tune in again as Kaurik scrambled to explain. "I mean, you will always hold traits of an Obelisk. Your innocence, desire to help others, and likely your ability to become almost as if you were carved from stone would stay. Only the breed would change. Something that takes to feathers and fur more naturally than you currently do... perhaps like a Skydancer, or a Coatl." Kalel sat there, his mind racing. Would this be a betrayal to his Father? Was this turning his back on the Earthshaker? His eyes didn't even match, taken instead by the Mother of Plague. Horcrux, however, seemed to know what exactly to say. "You think your mind would change? Your loyalties, your very being? I've seen this before, in those with greed, and they never change, even if their shells do. Their cores remain rotten. I would be surprised if yours didn't remain pristine, even if your exterior changes." Kalel took a moment, letting her words sink in. Maybe this was a way for her to break loose somehow, or maybe it was real advice. Either way, it eased his mind. He looked to Kaurik, nodding his head. "You said before my name sounds like that of a Coatl. Perhaps my new one can match as well? They seem like decent drakes, from what I can tell." Even Horcrux seemed to agree. She said they reminded her of something, though she didn't know what of, or why they did. Kaurik simply nodded his head, lowering his snout to the Obelisk's head. He could feel the magic flow through his stony form, which didn't feel so different at first. The only change was that the feathers didn't seem to itch anymore. As he looked down at his new form, relieved from his own discomfort and listening to the satisfied hum of Horcrux, Kaurik said one last thing. "You wished to earn your new name, Kalel, and earn it you have. You're no longer Kalel, the naive Obelisk who accepted the Scholars as your new family. You are Tadhiel, Keeper of Balance and Sentinel of the Church of the Eleven. Be the balance Horcrux needs. Be the gentle hand to those who visit the ruins. Be her mercy, and be her guide." Kalel, now Tadhiel, dipped his head in reverence for the elder's new name. His job, his task, his purpose laid out before him, likely for the rest of his life. When he looked back up at Kaurik, however, it was a pair of golden eyes that greeted him as Horcrux, for the first time, took over her Bound partner to say what she knew she must. "We like it. It reminds us of home."
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