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_____[/color][nextcol][font=corbel][i]The final war has begun between the dragons of Sornieth and their ancient enemies: The Shade. They have brought with them chaos and death, wielding their new strength against their opponents without remorse or shame. The eleven draconic deities all raise their maws towards the sky, fangs bared in contest against the threat, hearts heavy yet swelling with hope that they will emerge victorious. With them, proud warriors stand vigil against the coming storm, hoping against all hope that they may outlast that which seeks to destroy them once and for all.
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_____[/color][nextcol][font=corbel]Ere Terminus is a lore-heavy Nuzlocke challenge that takes place prior to the event of The Infernal Rapture. All the lore present in this challenge is being taken from my FR D&D campaign which can be found [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2811895/1]here[/url]. This is mainly to build up some more backstory of the events that occurred prior to the events of the campaign itself. I'm making it a Nuzlocke because it sounds fun and because it allows me to pick this up and put it down whenever the need arises.
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The final war has begun between the dragons of Sornieth and their ancient enemies: The Shade. They have brought with them chaos and death, wielding their new strength against their opponents without remorse or shame. The eleven draconic deities all raise their maws towards the sky, fangs bared in contest against the threat, hearts heavy yet swelling with hope that they will emerge victorious. With them, proud warriors stand vigil against the coming storm, hoping against all hope that they may outlast that which seeks to destroy them once and for all.
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Ere Terminus is a lore-heavy Nuzlocke challenge that takes place prior to the event of The Infernal Rapture. All the lore present in this challenge is being taken from my FR D&D campaign which can be found here. This is mainly to build up some more backstory of the events that occurred prior to the events of the campaign itself. I'm making it a Nuzlocke because it sounds fun and because it allows me to pick this up and put it down whenever the need arises.
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[quote][columns][font=corbel][b]I. [i]RALLYING TROOPS.[/i][/b][size=2] Purchase a G1 or take one that you already have, then hatch an egg and wait for the hatchling to grow up. These are the commanding officers of your forces. Level them up to level 8, they must be the strongest amongst your warriors.[/size]
[b]II. [i]BUILDING AN ARMY.[/i][/b] [size=2]Every three days you may go into the AH to purchase the three cheapest adult dragons you can find. They must then go through a gauntlet of training through the coli until they reach level 6, in fiction this represents their travels to the campsite. Any who die during this venture must be exalted.[/size]
[b]III. [i]LOVE AND WAR.[/i][/b] [size=2]Dragons can only breed if their sizes are relatively close to one another. For every hatchling, flip heads or tails on a coin. Tails means they did not survive due to the heavy magical pollution brought on by The Shades. Heads means they are a survivor. If all hatchlings die, flip heads or tails again. Heads for the mother, tails for the father, whichever you get is overwhelmed by grief and will drop out of the fight. Exalt or sell.[/size]
[b]IV. [i]VETERANS.[/i][/b] [size=2]If a dragon reaches level 25, it can retire. It's now a strategist, and its primary goal is to provide guidance to your other dragons, but they are no longer in fighting condition. You may sell, exalt, auction off to readers, or keep them in your hibernal den.[/size]
[b]V. [i]A PROPER BURIAL.[/i][/b] [size=2]Dragons that faint in the coli are presumed dead and must be exalted or sold.[/size]
[b]VI. [i]FOOD AND DRINK.[/i][/b] [size=2]Any food or potions for your dragons must come from grinding in the coliseum, gathering no longer counts towards food items, so put everything in storage.[/size]
[b]VII. [i]THE INFERNAL RAPTURE.[/i][/b] [size=2]If all dragons die, you have lost. The Shades, though damaged, still stalk the lands. Though Bedlam has fallen into a deep slumber, he is not defeated, and will remain to rise again.[/size][/quote][/columns][/columns]
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[quote][columns][font=corbel][b]I. [i]ELIMINATE.[/i][/b][size=2] One of your troops has been decimated by enemy forces. Exalt or sell them.[/size]
[b]II. [i]AMBUSH.[/i][/b] [size=2]The Shades attack your troops in the dead of night, they are left vulnerable and exposed. The next day they must spend their time tending to their wounds. You cannot use the dragons in this coliseum team for the rest of the day.[/size]
[b]III. [i]BERSERK.[/i][/b] [size=2]Overwhelmed by an amazing victory, your dragons feel stronger and better than ever. If a dragon faints during a battle, it is allowed to be overlooked one time for one dragon.[/size]
[b]IV. [i]EGGS.[/i][/b] [size=2]You've found an egg in the wild, roll a d20 to see if it still contains life. 10 or below, there is no hatchling inside, you can sell the egg or put it in your vault. 11 or above, you can hatch the egg. Natural 20? Well hot dang, the egg contained twins! Purchase two hatchlings that came from the same nest on the AH![/size]
[b]V. [i]GENES.[/i][/b] [size=2]What kind of strange magics is this? If you get a gene change of any kind, you're allowed to purchase a breed change too.[/size]
[b]VI. [i]FAMILIARS.[/i][/b] [size=2]The dragons aren't the only ones being affected the magic corruption running rampant through Sornieth. Many of the familiars that once called this continent home are now becoming feral and hard to control. You may only give your team familiars if they have obtained them in the coli. You may not replace a familiar until it is awakened, so if you get any familiars with dragons that already have one, you have to sell it, no exceptions.[/size]
[b]VII. [i]APPAREL, TRINKETS, & CHESTS.[/i][/b] [size=2]The locals are singing tales of your heroism and have given you gifts of treasure and silks! Though, to be honest, soldiers don't have much use for this. Sell the trinkets and dump any apparel you've obtained on your lorekeeper. They're a scholar, which essentially equates to pack mule in this scenario.[/size][/quote][nextcol][color=transparent].....[/color][nextcol]
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[quote][columns][font=corbel][b]I. [i]LEVELS FOR GENES.[/i][/b][size=2] A dragon may get a primary gene at Level 10, a secondary gene at level 15, and a tertiary gene at level 20. This only counts for dragons that are G1s / were hatched from an egg. Dragons that were purchased are not permitted to have gene or breed changes of any kind.[/size]
[b]II. [i]BALDWIN'S RECORDS.[/i][/b] [size=2]Your dragons are soldiers, not scholars, what knowledge do they have of alchemy and its inner workings? If you want a gene from Baldwin, you have to gather the materials and outsource it to someone else so they can brew it in your stead. In the lore, this equates to a bunch of materials being sent out to a neighboring clan's alchemists.[/size]
[b]III. [i]FINANCIAL WOES.[/i][/b] [size=2]Any and all treasure and gems that you use to gene your dragons must be made during the venture. Any cash made outside of the coli while this Nuzlocke is ongoing may not be used on the dragons participating in the challenge.[/size]
[b]IV. [i]OF MISFORTUNE AND TRAGEDY.[/i][/b] [size=2]At the start of every week, roll a d20 on each of your dragons. If you roll above their level, they're safe. If you roll below their level, they've become overwhelmed by the thaumaturgical chaos and have become mindless and feral. Roll a d20 for death saving throws: if you get 10 or higher three times, the dragon has managed to overcome this sickness but will remain indisposed for three days. However, if you roll lower than 10 three times, the dragon has succumbed and must be exalted. If you roll a natural 20, the dragon is safe automatically. If you roll a natural 1 and fail the saving throws, they take another dragon with them.[/size]
[b]V. [i]TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN.[/i][/b] [size=2]If dragons belonging to readers of the lore would like to send in character correspondence to the dragons that are currently taking part in the fight against The Shades, each will be published on this thread and will receive a customized response from the dragon in question.[/size][/quote][/columns][/columns]
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[columns][color=transparent]_[/color][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/SjkoZmJ.png[/img][nextcol][size=2][font=courier new][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_2842892]01. Intro[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813402]02. Rules[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813406]03. Warriors[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813409]04. NPCs[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813411]05. Credit[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813412]06. Odds & Ends[/url][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/DR8nII6.png[/img]
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I. RALLYING TROOPS. Purchase a G1 or take one that you already have, then hatch an egg and wait for the hatchling to grow up. These are the commanding officers of your forces. Level them up to level 8, they must be the strongest amongst your warriors.
II. BUILDING AN ARMY. Every three days you may go into the AH to purchase the three cheapest adult dragons you can find. They must then go through a gauntlet of training through the coli until they reach level 6, in fiction this represents their travels to the campsite. Any who die during this venture must be exalted.
III. LOVE AND WAR. Dragons can only breed if their sizes are relatively close to one another. For every hatchling, flip heads or tails on a coin. Tails means they did not survive due to the heavy magical pollution brought on by The Shades. Heads means they are a survivor. If all hatchlings die, flip heads or tails again. Heads for the mother, tails for the father, whichever you get is overwhelmed by grief and will drop out of the fight. Exalt or sell.
IV. VETERANS. If a dragon reaches level 25, it can retire. It's now a strategist, and its primary goal is to provide guidance to your other dragons, but they are no longer in fighting condition. You may sell, exalt, auction off to readers, or keep them in your hibernal den.
V. A PROPER BURIAL. Dragons that faint in the coli are presumed dead and must be exalted or sold.
VI. FOOD AND DRINK. Any food or potions for your dragons must come from grinding in the coliseum, gathering no longer counts towards food items, so put everything in storage.
VII. THE INFERNAL RAPTURE. If all dragons die, you have lost. The Shades, though damaged, still stalk the lands. Though Bedlam has fallen into a deep slumber, he is not defeated, and will remain to rise again.
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I. ELIMINATE. One of your troops has been decimated by enemy forces. Exalt or sell them.
II. AMBUSH. The Shades attack your troops in the dead of night, they are left vulnerable and exposed. The next day they must spend their time tending to their wounds. You cannot use the dragons in this coliseum team for the rest of the day.
III. BERSERK. Overwhelmed by an amazing victory, your dragons feel stronger and better than ever. If a dragon faints during a battle, it is allowed to be overlooked one time for one dragon.
IV. EGGS. You've found an egg in the wild, roll a d20 to see if it still contains life. 10 or below, there is no hatchling inside, you can sell the egg or put it in your vault. 11 or above, you can hatch the egg. Natural 20? Well hot dang, the egg contained twins! Purchase two hatchlings that came from the same nest on the AH!
V. GENES. What kind of strange magics is this? If you get a gene change of any kind, you're allowed to purchase a breed change too.
VI. FAMILIARS. The dragons aren't the only ones being affected the magic corruption running rampant through Sornieth. Many of the familiars that once called this continent home are now becoming feral and hard to control. You may only give your team familiars if they have obtained them in the coli. You may not replace a familiar until it is awakened, so if you get any familiars with dragons that already have one, you have to sell it, no exceptions.
VII. APPAREL, TRINKETS, & CHESTS. The locals are singing tales of your heroism and have given you gifts of treasure and silks! Though, to be honest, soldiers don't have much use for this. Sell the trinkets and dump any apparel you've obtained on your lorekeeper. They're a scholar, which essentially equates to pack mule in this scenario.
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I. LEVELS FOR GENES. A dragon may get a primary gene at Level 10, a secondary gene at level 15, and a tertiary gene at level 20. This only counts for dragons that are G1s / were hatched from an egg. Dragons that were purchased are not permitted to have gene or breed changes of any kind.
II. BALDWIN'S RECORDS. Your dragons are soldiers, not scholars, what knowledge do they have of alchemy and its inner workings? If you want a gene from Baldwin, you have to gather the materials and outsource it to someone else so they can brew it in your stead. In the lore, this equates to a bunch of materials being sent out to a neighboring clan's alchemists.
III. FINANCIAL WOES. Any and all treasure and gems that you use to gene your dragons must be made during the venture. Any cash made outside of the coli while this Nuzlocke is ongoing may not be used on the dragons participating in the challenge.
IV. OF MISFORTUNE AND TRAGEDY. At the start of every week, roll a d20 on each of your dragons. If you roll above their level, they're safe. If you roll below their level, they've become overwhelmed by the thaumaturgical chaos and have become mindless and feral. Roll a d20 for death saving throws: if you get 10 or higher three times, the dragon has managed to overcome this sickness but will remain indisposed for three days. However, if you roll lower than 10 three times, the dragon has succumbed and must be exalted. If you roll a natural 20, the dragon is safe automatically. If you roll a natural 1 and fail the saving throws, they take another dragon with them.
V. TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN. If dragons belonging to readers of the lore would like to send in character correspondence to the dragons that are currently taking part in the fight against The Shades, each will be published on this thread and will receive a customized response from the dragon in question.
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[indent][indent][indent][size=2][i]— what good are wings without the courage to fly?[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][font=courier new][b]ENDARIO CREECH[/b]
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— Gen 1
— Original Pair[/indent]
[font=corbel]The world had never been destined to persist, he believed the gods had known this, yet they had been so blinded by their divinity that they refused to accept reality. When it came rushing up to meet them, they had been blindsided by their inaction, and so their creation would fall to ruin. Endario had never been one to look kindly upon the gods that seemed to fail their people time and time again, bringing about ruin and destruction wherever their feet fell. He knew no loyalty to them, but he looked to the desperate hearts of dragons, curled up like fists protesting death and knew that he had to do all he had in his power to stop the end of days.
With nothing but the clothes on his back and the rusted blade he's carried with him since childhood, Endario turned to face Dragonhome with a hardened heart.[/columns]
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[/url][nextcol][font=courier new][b]ASHER LOVEJOY[/b]
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— Gen 1
— Original Pair[/indent]
[font=corbel]Brighter futures and sunnier days were always her doctrine. Alas, she did not know what kind of harm would befall her from this naivety, and she did not know the danger that the lives of so many were truly in. Betrayed but yet unbroken, Asher knew that she must join the gods in their battle. Her heart was twisted with grief and sadness, watching as darkness swallowed up all that she had come to know as pure and good, but this sorrow only hardened into steely resolve. Though she could not lift a blade, the thought of taking a life too horrible for her to comprehend, she would lend her complex mind to this never ending conflict.
Tears splashing soundlessly into murky depths, she turned her gaze to the dark forms lurking underneath. She had to do what she must.[/columns]
[columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/552398/55239735.png[/img] [nextcol][color=transparent]oo[nextcol][font=corbel][b]XERXES » INFANTRY.[/b] [color=grey] Borne from a land of magic and sorcerers, Xerxes knows how to handle the chaos. He wants to fight against it, prevent his brethren from falling prey to its dark grasp. If his life is lost in the conflict, then so be it.[/columns]
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[indent][indent][indent][indent][size=2][i]— the legacy of heroes is the inheritance of example.[/columns]
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[columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/597441/59744012.png[/img] [nextcol][color=transparent]oo[nextcol][font=corbel][b]NAME » ROLE.[/b] [color=grey] Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Aliquam sit amet feugiat lectus. Cras bibendum metus sed ante porttitor, et aliquam massa laoreet. Nunc ante tortor, pulvinar vitae mollis ac, blandit sit amet massa. Nunc feugiat, urna ut convallis pretium, est quam condimentum sem, vitae sagittis velit purus nec libero.[/columns]
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[columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/597441/59744012.png[/img] [nextcol][color=transparent]oo[nextcol][font=corbel][b]NAME » ROLE.[/b] [color=grey] Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Aliquam sit amet feugiat lectus. Cras bibendum metus sed ante porttitor, et aliquam massa laoreet. Nunc ante tortor, pulvinar vitae mollis ac, blandit sit amet massa. Nunc feugiat, urna ut convallis pretium, est quam condimentum sem, vitae sagittis velit purus nec libero.[/columns]
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[columns][color=transparent]_[/color][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/SjkoZmJ.png[/img][nextcol][size=2][font=courier new][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_2842892]01. Intro[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813402]02. Rules[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813406]03. Warriors[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813409]04. NPCs[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813411]05. Credit[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813412]06. Odds & Ends[/url][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/DR8nII6.png[/img]
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ENDARIO CREECH
— Commanding Officer
— Gen 1
— Original Pair
The world had never been destined to persist, he believed the gods had known this, yet they had been so blinded by their divinity that they refused to accept reality. When it came rushing up to meet them, they had been blindsided by their inaction, and so their creation would fall to ruin. Endario had never been one to look kindly upon the gods that seemed to fail their people time and time again, bringing about ruin and destruction wherever their feet fell. He knew no loyalty to them, but he looked to the desperate hearts of dragons, curled up like fists protesting death and knew that he had to do all he had in his power to stop the end of days.
With nothing but the clothes on his back and the rusted blade he's carried with him since childhood, Endario turned to face Dragonhome with a hardened heart.
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ASHER LOVEJOY
— Lead Strategist
— Gen 1
— Original Pair
Brighter futures and sunnier days were always her doctrine. Alas, she did not know what kind of harm would befall her from this naivety, and she did not know the danger that the lives of so many were truly in. Betrayed but yet unbroken, Asher knew that she must join the gods in their battle. Her heart was twisted with grief and sadness, watching as darkness swallowed up all that she had come to know as pure and good, but this sorrow only hardened into steely resolve. Though she could not lift a blade, the thought of taking a life too horrible for her to comprehend, she would lend her complex mind to this never ending conflict.
Tears splashing soundlessly into murky depths, she turned her gaze to the dark forms lurking underneath. She had to do what she must.
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[indent][indent][size=2][i]— what good is a story with no one to tell it?[/columns]
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[columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/606296/60629569.png[/img] [nextcol][color=transparent]oo[nextcol][font=corbel][b]THEA » SCRIBE.[/b] [color=grey] Sister to Lydon. Much more serious and stern than her brother, Thea takes her job as a scribe very seriously. No detail passes her by, and she sheds not a tear for joy or tragedy, as that's not part of her duties.[/columns]
[columns][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/606296/60629568.png[/img] [nextcol][color=transparent]oo[nextcol][font=corbel][b]LYDON » STORYTELLER.[/b] [color=grey] Brother to Thea. A happy-go-lucky young dragon looking for the next big adventure. He's wholly convinced that he can be the one to write the novel to end all novels. His writing is okay at best.[/columns]
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[columns][color=transparent]_[/color][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/SjkoZmJ.png[/img][nextcol][size=2][font=courier new][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_2842892]01. Intro[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813402]02. Rules[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813406]03. Warriors[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813409]04. NPCs[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813411]05. Credit[/url] | [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/qnc/2842892#post_42813412]06. Odds & Ends[/url][nextcol][img]https://i.imgur.com/DR8nII6.png[/img]
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[indent][font=courier new][b]general changelog[/b] » [i]last updated 04.15.20[/i]
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Whesh
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[columns][color=transparent]____[/color][nextcol][font=corbel]The afternoon was... uneventful. Endario sat, front legs crossed over one another, staring out at the vast plains of Dragonhome with a pensive look on his features. They hadn't received any troops yet. Of course, the deities had been kind enough to lend them a few forces to help draw the attention of those willing to fight, but otherwise they could hardly be called an army. It was merely a small squad of loosely armored and equipped dragons milling to and fro. Without tasks and without enough resources to train, things were already looking bleak, and they hadn't even started.
"[i]You seem troubled, friend,[/i]" spoke a familiar, lilting voice, and Endario stopped his momentary brooding to crane his neck and stare at the sightless drake. They had spent less than a few weeks together while preparing their forces, and yet she knew how to read him shockingly well. There's a pregnant pause as he racks through the responses resting at the tip of his tongue, though his train of thought is once more interrupted by his companion. "[i]You're wondering how I know, isn't that right?[/i]" A flush rises to his face. "[i]I simply do, friend. You've asked many times before, and I've given the same answer, have I not?[/i]" She plods over, deftly dodging rocks and crevices as if she could see them as clear as day. "[i]But a magician never reveals their secrets, isn't that right?[/i]"
"[i]So do you claim your skill to be magic?[/i]"
"[i]Consider the world in which we reside. Would it be such a strange notion for magic to influence me in such a way?[/i]" What a vague, cryptic, and evasive answer. He should have figured. Giving an exasperated shake of the head, the dragon returns to his moping once more. "[i]You've still left my question unanswered, Officer Creech.[/i]" Only to be interrupted again. For some reason that title seemed venomous. It was true, of course, but the way she said it held a threat. If he were not to reveal his woes of his own volition, she would find a way to extract them from his maw. Yet... his foolish and childish mannerisms stood to rear its ugly head as he responded. "[i]Then I suppose we're even in that regard.[/i]"
No sooner do the words leave his mouth, then a whip-like tail smacks him across the muzzle. With a hiss of pain, the dragon recoils, holding his snout between his two front paws and looking like a scorned pup. The reproachful glare fades away before he's even able to fully muster up the nerve to stare down his colleague, the intense stare of her eyes boring into his soul. With a grumble, he relents, sitting up on his hind legs and attempting to maintain an air of dignity in spite of his humiliation and worry. "[i]We've yet to receive any troops.[/i]"
"[i]Why is this of such great concern for you?[/i]"
"[i]Why do you think?[/i]" He snaps, worry showing through irritation.
"[i]You and I are here against all odds, are we not? We as individuals have reason to fight, no? Would others not have the same? Mine is selfish, I will admit, but yours is noble and just. Do you think so highly of yourself that you assume there exists not another soul who would share the same sentiment? Patience is a virtue, Endario, you would do well to remember that before your restlessness becomes the downfall of all those under your heel.[/i]"
The words coming from the strategist make Endario bristle, why should he be reprimanded for his warranted concern? Hot shame flows through him like molten rock, and he has half a mind to try and retaliate, if only he could find the vocabulary to do so. Once more, admonishing remarks rest on the very tip of his tongue, and once more is focus is shattered as Thea, the scholar, rushes up to their perch. Normally stern and collected beyond her years, the young Skydancer's features are creased with worry. "[i]Sir. We've received a new recruit... but I urge you to come and see him first.[/i]
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[font=corbel]The smattering of tattered tents dotted around the small encampment is almost shameful to look at. This is nothing like the stronghold Endario had hoped it would be after a few weeks of residing in Dragonhome, but he has no time to pay any mind to such a thing. Soaring through the air, the drake alights on all fours at the entrance to a particularly large tent reserved to act as an infirmary. With how scant their population of healers were, and how lacking they were in medical supplies, he knew that it would collapse as soon as they launched any sort of retaliation against The Shades.
As the flaps part, Endario peers inside, eyes widening in surprise when he sees a Spiral and a Tundra tending to an Imperial, bloodied and bruised, head hanging low as if to try and teeth grit as he tries to hold back grunts of pain as poultices are shoved deep into open wounds. He means to be civil, he means to be sensitive, but excitement and apprehension weave together in a horrible cacophony and he cannot help but blurt out "[i]What happened to you?[/i]" at the wounded dragon laying in the dirt.
Those tending to the marred Imperial turn to give the officer glares, but the patient in question merely looks up. Exhaustion is evident in his eyes, though they still gleam with life and determination. When their gazes meet, Endario realizes that this newcomer is but a few years his senior, yet seems to possess a wisdom beyond that of his peers. Perhaps it was due to hardship or trauma, or maybe Endario was simply pegging him all wrong. "[i]I was attacked on the road here. My clan is in the Starfall Isles, I began my pilgrimage here naught but a few days ago, I was attacked by a pack of wild dogs, but thankfully managed to escape with my life. One of your sentries found me while patrolling the area.[/i]"
Consolation. That is what he should offer. Yet it's almost as if his tongue is its own creature, moving of its own volition, causing his heart to pang as he interrogates this suffering soul. "[i]Did they follow you? Were you alone in your travels?[/i]" Once again, that same tail makes contact with him, though this time it lashes around his bicep, causing him to recoil.
In spite of his condition, the Imperial laughs. It's a hearty sound, healthy and robust, though it does send him into a coughing fit soon after, causing many of the healers to scramble about in concern, murmuring words in their own dialect as they tend to their patient.
"[i]I apologize for my companion's eagerness,[/i]" says Asher, seating herself on the ground beside Endario. "[i]What is your name, traveler? And why, if I may ask, are you here? Dragonhome is a bit far from your native land, is it not?[/i]"
Slowly, slowly, the Imperial nods, as if mulling over his words. "[i]I was not followed, to my knowledge. I fatally wounded at least four in their pack, I believe they knew I was a danger to be trifled with. And I was... not alone. Not at first.[i]" A long pause, as if giving a moment of silence to the memory of those lost on the path. "[i]Two Spirals, both female. I believe they were sisters... Arietta and Jade. Both from the Shifting Expanse. They said they were also headed to Dragonhome, and we traveled together for a few days before...[/i]" His jaw visibly tightens as if the memory brings him great anguish to recall. Asher raises a clawed hand to silence him then. "[i]You need not continue if it pains you.[/i]"
Again, silence follows before he can speak again. "[i]They were not as fortunate as I in our travels. I lament their passing, they were both honest and kind. We three shared a common goal, I regret that they cannot be here to achieve it as I have.[/i]"
"[i]And what goal is this?[/i]" Asher asks, curiosity being her most prominent vice.
The Imperial's gaze hardens, and he stares down Endario. "[i]I heard of your coalition, your battle against the Shades and the strife they bring to this world. I am not the strongest of my kin, nor am I the most skilled, but I assure you that I will be of value to you in this endeavor. I am known as Xerxes Amarillao, I am here to join your fight.[/i]" Endario's eyes light up, and he turns to look at Asher, knowing full well she would not be able to see the joy in his expression. Still, he finds comfort in the small knowing smile crossing her features.
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[indent][font=courier new] ⌈ [b]log 04.16.20[/b] ⌋ [emoji=book size=1]
[indent][font=courier new][sub][b]+[/b] purchased arietta, jade, and ixuraide
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[b]+[/b] arietta & jade fainted during leveling, will be leveled to 8 and exalted
[b]+[/b] ixuraide reached level 6, thus joining the story
[b]+[/b] ixuraide renamed to xerxes[/quote]
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The afternoon was... uneventful. Endario sat, front legs crossed over one another, staring out at the vast plains of Dragonhome with a pensive look on his features. They hadn't received any troops yet. Of course, the deities had been kind enough to lend them a few forces to help draw the attention of those willing to fight, but otherwise they could hardly be called an army. It was merely a small squad of loosely armored and equipped dragons milling to and fro. Without tasks and without enough resources to train, things were already looking bleak, and they hadn't even started.
"You seem troubled, friend," spoke a familiar, lilting voice, and Endario stopped his momentary brooding to crane his neck and stare at the sightless drake. They had spent less than a few weeks together while preparing their forces, and yet she knew how to read him shockingly well. There's a pregnant pause as he racks through the responses resting at the tip of his tongue, though his train of thought is once more interrupted by his companion. "You're wondering how I know, isn't that right?" A flush rises to his face. "I simply do, friend. You've asked many times before, and I've given the same answer, have I not?" She plods over, deftly dodging rocks and crevices as if she could see them as clear as day. "But a magician never reveals their secrets, isn't that right?"
"So do you claim your skill to be magic?"
"Consider the world in which we reside. Would it be such a strange notion for magic to influence me in such a way?" What a vague, cryptic, and evasive answer. He should have figured. Giving an exasperated shake of the head, the dragon returns to his moping once more. "You've still left my question unanswered, Officer Creech." Only to be interrupted again. For some reason that title seemed venomous. It was true, of course, but the way she said it held a threat. If he were not to reveal his woes of his own volition, she would find a way to extract them from his maw. Yet... his foolish and childish mannerisms stood to rear its ugly head as he responded. "Then I suppose we're even in that regard."
No sooner do the words leave his mouth, then a whip-like tail smacks him across the muzzle. With a hiss of pain, the dragon recoils, holding his snout between his two front paws and looking like a scorned pup. The reproachful glare fades away before he's even able to fully muster up the nerve to stare down his colleague, the intense stare of her eyes boring into his soul. With a grumble, he relents, sitting up on his hind legs and attempting to maintain an air of dignity in spite of his humiliation and worry. "We've yet to receive any troops."
"Why is this of such great concern for you?"
"Why do you think?" He snaps, worry showing through irritation.
"You and I are here against all odds, are we not? We as individuals have reason to fight, no? Would others not have the same? Mine is selfish, I will admit, but yours is noble and just. Do you think so highly of yourself that you assume there exists not another soul who would share the same sentiment? Patience is a virtue, Endario, you would do well to remember that before your restlessness becomes the downfall of all those under your heel."
The words coming from the strategist make Endario bristle, why should he be reprimanded for his warranted concern? Hot shame flows through him like molten rock, and he has half a mind to try and retaliate, if only he could find the vocabulary to do so. Once more, admonishing remarks rest on the very tip of his tongue, and once more is focus is shattered as Thea, the scholar, rushes up to their perch. Normally stern and collected beyond her years, the young Skydancer's features are creased with worry. "Sir. We've received a new recruit... but I urge you to come and see him first.
 
The smattering of tattered tents dotted around the small encampment is almost shameful to look at. This is nothing like the stronghold Endario had hoped it would be after a few weeks of residing in Dragonhome, but he has no time to pay any mind to such a thing. Soaring through the air, the drake alights on all fours at the entrance to a particularly large tent reserved to act as an infirmary. With how scant their population of healers were, and how lacking they were in medical supplies, he knew that it would collapse as soon as they launched any sort of retaliation against The Shades.
As the flaps part, Endario peers inside, eyes widening in surprise when he sees a Spiral and a Tundra tending to an Imperial, bloodied and bruised, head hanging low as if to try and teeth grit as he tries to hold back grunts of pain as poultices are shoved deep into open wounds. He means to be civil, he means to be sensitive, but excitement and apprehension weave together in a horrible cacophony and he cannot help but blurt out "What happened to you?" at the wounded dragon laying in the dirt.
Those tending to the marred Imperial turn to give the officer glares, but the patient in question merely looks up. Exhaustion is evident in his eyes, though they still gleam with life and determination. When their gazes meet, Endario realizes that this newcomer is but a few years his senior, yet seems to possess a wisdom beyond that of his peers. Perhaps it was due to hardship or trauma, or maybe Endario was simply pegging him all wrong. "I was attacked on the road here. My clan is in the Starfall Isles, I began my pilgrimage here naught but a few days ago, I was attacked by a pack of wild dogs, but thankfully managed to escape with my life. One of your sentries found me while patrolling the area."
Consolation. That is what he should offer. Yet it's almost as if his tongue is its own creature, moving of its own volition, causing his heart to pang as he interrogates this suffering soul. "Did they follow you? Were you alone in your travels?" Once again, that same tail makes contact with him, though this time it lashes around his bicep, causing him to recoil.
In spite of his condition, the Imperial laughs. It's a hearty sound, healthy and robust, though it does send him into a coughing fit soon after, causing many of the healers to scramble about in concern, murmuring words in their own dialect as they tend to their patient.
"I apologize for my companion's eagerness," says Asher, seating herself on the ground beside Endario. "What is your name, traveler? And why, if I may ask, are you here? Dragonhome is a bit far from your native land, is it not?"
Slowly, slowly, the Imperial nods, as if mulling over his words. "I was not followed, to my knowledge. I fatally wounded at least four in their pack, I believe they knew I was a danger to be trifled with. And I was... not alone. Not at first." A long pause, as if giving a moment of silence to the memory of those lost on the path. "Two Spirals, both female. I believe they were sisters... Arietta and Jade. Both from the Shifting Expanse. They said they were also headed to Dragonhome, and we traveled together for a few days before..." His jaw visibly tightens as if the memory brings him great anguish to recall. Asher raises a clawed hand to silence him then. "You need not continue if it pains you."
Again, silence follows before he can speak again. "They were not as fortunate as I in our travels. I lament their passing, they were both honest and kind. We three shared a common goal, I regret that they cannot be here to achieve it as I have."
"And what goal is this?" Asher asks, curiosity being her most prominent vice.
The Imperial's gaze hardens, and he stares down Endario. "I heard of your coalition, your battle against the Shades and the strife they bring to this world. I am not the strongest of my kin, nor am I the most skilled, but I assure you that I will be of value to you in this endeavor. I am known as Xerxes Amarillao, I am here to join your fight." Endario's eyes light up, and he turns to look at Asher, knowing full well she would not be able to see the joy in his expression. Still, he finds comfort in the small knowing smile crossing her features.
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[columns][color=transparent]____[/color][nextcol][font=corbel]Asher licks the blood from her claws. An unsavory practice, but one she had taken up nonetheless. The metallic tang of crimson reminded her why she was here, what sacrifices were to be made. It kept her unshakable optimism at bay, knowing full well that facing the world with such an attitude would only lead to more grief. A grimace crease her features for a moment, ears flicking as she hears the distant conversation between Endario and Xerxes. The two had been getting along famously since the Imperial had garnered enough strength to move, and while she was glad that Endario now had a new distraction, it left her feeling a bit hollow.
Without a worrywart to dote over, how was she to busy herself now? She already spent a majority of her day planning out the battalion's next moves, she needed something, [i]anything[/i] to distract her.
As if the gods themselves answered her, the slightest whimpering sounds from a nearby shrub. Though unnoticed by her compatriots, the sharp-eared Asher takes notice post-haste. Sightless eyes widen in inquiry, claws clicking against the dry, cracked earth as she makes her way towards the bush. She lifts her forelimb to part a few branches, and her brows crease with concern when she hears a squeak of terror and pain, whatever was in front of her trying to scuttle away on clearly wounded limbs. "[i]No need to be afraid, little one,[/i]" she murmurs, quickly recoiling when the tiny creature hisses at her, though otherwise unable to retaliate.
Seconds crawl by and the Fae resigns herself to lay down with her forelegs crossed over one another, staring inquisitively at the creature. When its erratic breathing begins to grow more even and she can no longer feel the thrum of its rapid heartbeat in the air, she once again reaches out. It doesn't flinch away this time, instead allowing her to run her front paw over its grimy fur. By touch alone, she can guess its some kind of rabbit, perhaps a jackalope, since those are common in this region.
Asher suddenly stops when it keens, feeling a wet patch running along the length of its hind leg. A quiet "[i]oh[/i]” passes her lips as she does so, turning to the pouch at her side to look for any herbs that could be used to make a poultice. Though, all things considered, she realizes that trying to shove chewed up plants into a fresh wound would probably make the critter trust her less if anything else. On top of that, she’d get an earful from Endario about having used their valuable resources on some dirty critter. Brows creasing in thought, she’s momentarily stopped by the nervous snuffling by the jackalope.
The wind howls, and with it comes the scent of unfamiliar magic. Something, perhaps, from the Viridian Labyrinth, it’s a smell that she does not recognize, and for a moment it causes suspicion and fear to flit through her mind. Oh, but magic! How could she have forgotten?
With deft movements, the dragoness unclips the waterskin hanging from a belt around her chest, and pours the lukewarm liquid on the critter in front of her. It squeals in protest, but she merely shushes it as a parent would to an unruly child, and surprisingly it listens. Muttering in an arcane language taught to her by the old clerics at her clan, the water glows as the wounds begin to mend themselves. Flesh knits together slowly, creating a knotted pink scar that would most likely still be tender to the touch.
Though she cannot see, she can sense the beast’s surprise and feel the way it kicks its leg, curious as to the efficacy of her fix. "[i]Does that feel better?[/i]” She asks, scooting the slightest bit closer to the jackalope. It doesn’t run away, and she counts that as a victory, and her heart soars when it leans its snout down to nuzzle at the back of her paw. "[i]How would you like the name Ember? Is that too on the nose?[/i]”
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[font=corbel]Argyle had been the first to fall. The selfless prick had practically thrown himself into the throng of oncoming Shades, gritting his teeth as razor sharp fangs tore through him like wet tissue paper. He’d refused to scream, if Xara remembered correctly, he’d always said that giving them the satisfaction of pain was worse than embracing an agonizing death. He’d acted as their first line of defense, begged them to escape with their lives. It made her sick.
Moore had been next. He, too, was a fool. But for different reasons, she thought. He had been getting on in years, greying and frail yet insisting he was still a good enough soldier to join the fight against their ancient enemies. She had scoffed at him, said that he was too old to do anything. She’d fumed when he had simply laughed at her, said he wished he still had the fire that she did. Nothing made her angrier than watching him split the earth around him as roots of trees ripped through the ground around them, encasing him and a half dozen of the slimy black beasts in an impenetrable wall of wood and rock. Never had she been so enraged to watch those kind, soft eyes disappear as he urged her to escape.
Xara, too, was a fool. She did not have time to mourn for her traveling companions, the only friends she had come to know. She’d been hatched with tilted wings, and unable to fly, she had been labeled a mistake and a freak. Shunned and humiliated, when she learned of a troupe of soldiers forming to battle against the Shades, she knew what needed to be done. Nobody would judge her there, and if they did, she had every right to take her claws to their throats. This was her chance at rebirth, at redemption, at belonging.
Yet her she stands, having lost both of those that believed in her, that had treated her as equals, surrounded by the cackling, shifting forms of inky black Shades at the edge of a sheer drop. Black drips onto the ground in shimmering pools, and the stench of rot and corrupt magics assaulting her nostrils makes her head spin and bile rise in her throat. One of them lashes forward, clipping her leg with its claws and causing oozing gashes to form. With a growl, she lowers her head, taking a few steps back until she can feel the ground about to give way under her feet.
That noise, that wretched noise, their horrible cackling only grows louder as she attempts to escape, and they grow bolder in their attacks. Her rage mounts to a fever pitch, and when one comes close enough to clamp onto her forearm with its jagged maw, she returns the favor. Teeth clamp down onto oily black skin, and she nearly gags as tepid guck floods her mouth and covers her tongue. It shrieks and thrashes in her grasp, and yet she refuses to release it. Another comes, and she plunges her claws into where its neck should be, growling through the bubbling rot now threatening to pour down her throat.
Memories flood back to her in a tidal wave of uncontrollable emotion. A broken sob, muffled but heartbreaking nonetheless, is her final word. Tears flow down her face, matting her fur as she glares at the throng of misshapen creatures before her, their laughter growing louder and louder still as they see the sorrow worming its way into her heart. With the last of her strength, she lifts both of the beasts in her grasp and tosses them off the cliffside, taking great satisfaction in their yips and squeals. Shaking legs lift her tired form, trembling and oozing blood from every open wound. She would not go down without a fight.
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[indent][font=courier new] ⌈ [b]log 04.19.20[/b] ⌋ [emoji=book size=1]
[indent][font=courier new][sub][b]+[/b] got an extinguished jackalope drop from coli
[b]+[/b] familiar given to asher
[b]+[/b] purchased moore, xara, and argyle
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[b]+[/b] all three fainted in the coli, were leveled and exalted[/quote]
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Asher licks the blood from her claws. An unsavory practice, but one she had taken up nonetheless. The metallic tang of crimson reminded her why she was here, what sacrifices were to be made. It kept her unshakable optimism at bay, knowing full well that facing the world with such an attitude would only lead to more grief. A grimace crease her features for a moment, ears flicking as she hears the distant conversation between Endario and Xerxes. The two had been getting along famously since the Imperial had garnered enough strength to move, and while she was glad that Endario now had a new distraction, it left her feeling a bit hollow.
Without a worrywart to dote over, how was she to busy herself now? She already spent a majority of her day planning out the battalion's next moves, she needed something, anything to distract her.
As if the gods themselves answered her, the slightest whimpering sounds from a nearby shrub. Though unnoticed by her compatriots, the sharp-eared Asher takes notice post-haste. Sightless eyes widen in inquiry, claws clicking against the dry, cracked earth as she makes her way towards the bush. She lifts her forelimb to part a few branches, and her brows crease with concern when she hears a squeak of terror and pain, whatever was in front of her trying to scuttle away on clearly wounded limbs. "No need to be afraid, little one," she murmurs, quickly recoiling when the tiny creature hisses at her, though otherwise unable to retaliate.
Seconds crawl by and the Fae resigns herself to lay down with her forelegs crossed over one another, staring inquisitively at the creature. When its erratic breathing begins to grow more even and she can no longer feel the thrum of its rapid heartbeat in the air, she once again reaches out. It doesn't flinch away this time, instead allowing her to run her front paw over its grimy fur. By touch alone, she can guess its some kind of rabbit, perhaps a jackalope, since those are common in this region.
Asher suddenly stops when it keens, feeling a wet patch running along the length of its hind leg. A quiet "oh” passes her lips as she does so, turning to the pouch at her side to look for any herbs that could be used to make a poultice. Though, all things considered, she realizes that trying to shove chewed up plants into a fresh wound would probably make the critter trust her less if anything else. On top of that, she’d get an earful from Endario about having used their valuable resources on some dirty critter. Brows creasing in thought, she’s momentarily stopped by the nervous snuffling by the jackalope.
The wind howls, and with it comes the scent of unfamiliar magic. Something, perhaps, from the Viridian Labyrinth, it’s a smell that she does not recognize, and for a moment it causes suspicion and fear to flit through her mind. Oh, but magic! How could she have forgotten?
With deft movements, the dragoness unclips the waterskin hanging from a belt around her chest, and pours the lukewarm liquid on the critter in front of her. It squeals in protest, but she merely shushes it as a parent would to an unruly child, and surprisingly it listens. Muttering in an arcane language taught to her by the old clerics at her clan, the water glows as the wounds begin to mend themselves. Flesh knits together slowly, creating a knotted pink scar that would most likely still be tender to the touch.
Though she cannot see, she can sense the beast’s surprise and feel the way it kicks its leg, curious as to the efficacy of her fix. "Does that feel better?” She asks, scooting the slightest bit closer to the jackalope. It doesn’t run away, and she counts that as a victory, and her heart soars when it leans its snout down to nuzzle at the back of her paw. "How would you like the name Ember? Is that too on the nose?”
Argyle had been the first to fall. The selfless ***** had practically thrown himself into the throng of oncoming Shades, gritting his teeth as razor sharp fangs tore through him like wet tissue paper. He’d refused to scream, if Xara remembered correctly, he’d always said that giving them the satisfaction of pain was worse than embracing an agonizing death. He’d acted as their first line of defense, begged them to escape with their lives. It made her sick.
Moore had been next. He, too, was a fool. But for different reasons, she thought. He had been getting on in years, greying and frail yet insisting he was still a good enough soldier to join the fight against their ancient enemies. She had scoffed at him, said that he was too old to do anything. She’d fumed when he had simply laughed at her, said he wished he still had the fire that she did. Nothing made her angrier than watching him split the earth around him as roots of trees ripped through the ground around them, encasing him and a half dozen of the slimy black beasts in an impenetrable wall of wood and rock. Never had she been so enraged to watch those kind, soft eyes disappear as he urged her to escape.
Xara, too, was a fool. She did not have time to mourn for her traveling companions, the only friends she had come to know. She’d been hatched with tilted wings, and unable to fly, she had been labeled a mistake and a freak. Shunned and humiliated, when she learned of a troupe of soldiers forming to battle against the Shades, she knew what needed to be done. Nobody would judge her there, and if they did, she had every right to take her claws to their throats. This was her chance at rebirth, at redemption, at belonging.
Yet her she stands, having lost both of those that believed in her, that had treated her as equals, surrounded by the cackling, shifting forms of inky black Shades at the edge of a sheer drop. Black drips onto the ground in shimmering pools, and the stench of rot and corrupt magics assaulting her nostrils makes her head spin and bile rise in her throat. One of them lashes forward, clipping her leg with its claws and causing oozing gashes to form. With a growl, she lowers her head, taking a few steps back until she can feel the ground about to give way under her feet.
That noise, that wretched noise, their horrible cackling only grows louder as she attempts to escape, and they grow bolder in their attacks. Her rage mounts to a fever pitch, and when one comes close enough to clamp onto her forearm with its jagged maw, she returns the favor. Teeth clamp down onto oily black skin, and she nearly gags as tepid guck floods her mouth and covers her tongue. It shrieks and thrashes in her grasp, and yet she refuses to release it. Another comes, and she plunges her claws into where its neck should be, growling through the bubbling rot now threatening to pour down her throat.
Memories flood back to her in a tidal wave of uncontrollable emotion. A broken sob, muffled but heartbreaking nonetheless, is her final word. Tears flow down her face, matting her fur as she glares at the throng of misshapen creatures before her, their laughter growing louder and louder still as they see the sorrow worming its way into her heart. With the last of her strength, she lifts both of the beasts in her grasp and tosses them off the cliffside, taking great satisfaction in their yips and squeals. Shaking legs lift her tired form, trembling and oozing blood from every open wound. She would not go down without a fight.
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