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Forbidden Empires Server




DISCORD https://discord.gg/DTwzvrD[/b]

DETAILS:
* Crafting XP x1
* Mob XP x2
* Gathering Rate x1
* Adults ONLY - 18+
* DirectConnect: 172.107.179.166:28900 (PASSWORD PROTECTED)
* Password: Yes (you receive it when you a have been approved in Discord)
* PlayerSlots : 50 (will increase to 100)
* Location: North America - East
* Gameplay Style: Heavy RP / Slight PvP / BDSM Themed

* PM Discord Admins : Ayalin Krigarè#9664 (Under NEW Sole Management)

STEAM LIST COLLECTION
https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=1522962064&savesuccess=1(edited)

Overview of the Fallen Empires:
The Forbidden Empires is a 18+, English speaking text based RP-PVP server, with a heavy focus on RP over PVP.
*Age of Calamitous MOD - Kingdom Based Adaptation.*

Welcome Page
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1igBFf4TNfzUYs2kiqM9v7-_Bb658VVaXqXZI7Tti_0Y/edit?usp=sharing
Server Lore
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JBFsKER6yKvSNu8an0gDiK8-o7r0NaEYpueYgvDfH5A/edit?usp=sharing
BDSM and Conflict
https://docs.google.com/document/d/10EtY1AT1Go3rznV-fUzBouqRjqPiUtZams6X0P_GdKE/edit?usp=sharing


Recruitment Rewards UPDATED
Every recruit you invite to the server - that joins and makes a character and joins a Kingdom gets
an instant level 60 boost on the day they log in.
Don't worry you must get to 120 so there is a long way to go
And you and your friend both get 250 Gold and 10 loyalty tokens each.

AND If that same recruit hits 120 - you and the new recruit will get 300 gold each and another 15 Loyalty tokens.
You are welcome to do this as MUCH as you like...
You are also welcome to use any of the promotional videos or banners to do this.


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Server Objectives



We want the server to be as fluid as possible. Creating Rp in the moment and allowing the people living within it to shape and grow the storylines based of a simple and realistic beginning that sets the story in motion. (Noted below in Icly Directive)

As admins, we would like to be in the Roleplay and storyline, not ruling the story. We want to able to enjoy what we all love doing the most, with our selection of the best Mods that we have grown to love over our time playing in Conan. Our prime objective - continuous high immersion Roleplay.

Firstly : Our server holds a mod where the bracelets are removed and there is a wall still. We have placed our lore to be an alternate universe where those pushed into the exiled lands were banished for particular reasons by the leumarians. The Elven, witches of Felgarth and the Vampires for magical reasons. Then Vanghoul, StormHold, LionHeart and AnourHill by association. The wall exists only as a gaming facet that maps do not go on forever and we are sorry about that but acknowledge that the Leumarians did put it in place and has long since been forgotten for tens of thousands of years.

`Quests
There are going to be many interactive aspects to our server - that you can click on if you wish to learn more about the history of the area or the role players who populate it, such as questlines and storytelling Thespians. Npcs that not only reflect server populous and the local storylines, but also are enriched with interchanging stories as the server progresses - as clans move and traverse the map.

For example: Location “Shadowscape Village”- One week the farmhand is speaking about his prize gazelle giving birth - to the next week speaking excitedly about seeing for the first time - a band of Anour Hill Knights (real players) - that had come into the town- all dressed in gold and red, asking about a particular person that is being sort out.
(Which speaks of a real Rp that had occurred that was located in the “Tavern Gossip” channel of Discord about being in the area).

In this, you all bare a freedom to take your immersion as little or as much as you wish. Where you are able to click and listen to dialogue thespians as well as merchants throughout the stationed markets to gain what you need - be it information or goods.

There will be another aspect of the Thespians called “The Whisperers” that hold quest lines marked with Kingdom Coloured Glorbs at their feet. You are not required to do any quests, They are there if you feel a need to immerse yourself in the lore around you. (However, there is one quest you must complete if you are hoping to become magical which is the “keystone quest”).

These Thespians hold actual specific server character stories and information provided by the roleplayers and server lore Storytellers - such as a campfire speaking of travelling merchants and beauties in the local inn but within the information given-with soft clues to seek out in your own unique way as they travel… This is how in time- through your own interaction and with your own characters organic discovery, you will begin to trace server lore and the Roleplayer around your area in a very natural way..

“Whisperers” require sleuthing out a storyline that leads you to easter- eggs- loot boxes- quest rewards that can also interact with the admins.. So heavy exploring may land you a wonderful prize.. But don't get too reluctant climbing that high mountain for that chest you found a month ago..... The loot may have changed… :)
We want people out, exploring. Being excited to meet new people- become tangled within webs of Roleplay that functions both on and off line to suit your needs. Making trade and RB HUB interaction the pinnacle of society. So most of the Whisperer quests will begin within the HUBs.

Another aspect our server hopes to maintain was the aspect of slavery. The one the thing we heard mostly when we surveyed people to what they looked for in a server for Conan was being allowed to utilize the Slavery mechanic in roleplay. Most travel to new servers that appear fantastic only to find they are “not allowed to have slaves” or “slaves are forbidden” or those who did sell thralls as a role play trade even as workers were instantly targeted, harassed and even killed for it.
In this aspect - our Server Lore Demands the necessity for Thralls to be taken- enslaved and sold.. This Roleplay and game mechanic - creates an in game monopoly and high stakes market trade to get the thralls selling - including roleplay events, auctions and competitions that involve specific named thralls.

`Languages

The majority of the world speaks a language called speak Noctary, (high/formal spoken english) and Noctaries Eastern (this sounds rather accented with tones of scottish and irish and the dialect is lifted and shortened such as Ye” instead of you).
Noctary mainly referred to as the common tongue from the west which has migrated south, and then Northward over time. The northern areas do speak other languages but just variations such as the ancient languages of Aeynon, Runic and Shafic. These languages are mostly lost in time, the accents are thick when melded with Noctary - and only spoken among others who know the language well or of bred nobility as a secret language.

`Currency

The common gold coin Currency is usually just called “gold” but silver coins are called “Marks and older term they were called Dowls”. The term was brought to popular tongue when in arena betting and trade agreements people had said “mark my words, she is a good buy” as in those times, Marks were the most common coin used as very few people had gold at all. An “ale costs two Marks”. The term dowls was a very ancient term brought from selling slaves. A dowl was a gift given with a slave when onsold.
A single silver coin was given from the seller to the buyer for luck or good fortune while owning the slave - a tradition still used today to bring kinship to trade.

`Slavery

We are Heavy in slavery. It is a major mechanic of the market and the lead to good gear and interaction. Sorry, slavery is staying hard core and full time. You must have a good rp reason to have a thrall wheel near an encampment - but we are fine with this as long as you have a reason to.

`BDSM

Our Server is heavy BDSM. So not only thralls are sold but Players ask to be chased, caught and trained into pets/slaves and be traded. This of course is though strict and clear consent forms and verbal consent prior to any act and done with the utmost safety to the player. But it is something people come here to feel and witness exclusively.
In that, we as the Server Creators designed a more BDSM specific server. With real life trained formal protocol practitioners with over 15 years experience. We created an opportunity to learn safe, sane and consensual Roleplay to explore BDSM at their own pace and at a distance. We only teach proper etiquette and formal protocols for both Masters/Mistresses and Submissives those wishing to learn the ropes.

You have no requirement to learn the arts at all for being on our server. But the door is always open - should you wish to learn.

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SERVER LORE



`The Convoy


The three boats turned towards the Crossway, the thick white ominous mist of the early dawn shrouded the convoy as they silently rowed into the cove. Two of the boats were drawn by Vanghoul men. Those boats carried two terrified females in each cage tied down to the middle of the boat with ropes. Kuroc’s longboat that only carried one girl, sided up against with Loc’s boat slicing into the waves with his oars as it came to shore and ran hard up into the sand. Shylah looked over to the other four women that were huddled together in their cages. Shylah’s thoughts swam over her precision of being an archer looking up at the high cliffs that surrounded the convoy. What could she do if she was still armed with her fathers bow…. She would be up there, high on a cliff waiting… As her head lowered to rest against the bars of her cage, she lifted her dark lashes in a vicious glance to the crew of obtusely proud men talking in a cheerful manner to each other as they unfurled a long rope, laying it onto the sand with steel rings woven into it.

The boats slid into the sand one by one as the men jumped out. The man slid the boat hard up into the sandbar turning to her grabbing his boots, suddenly he stopped, catching Shylah’s face still frozen in an evil glare at the cages. Kuroc slipped his boots on leaning over to her. “Shylah… my little Elven slut. Dun you dare mock my life’s keep or I’ll sell you now with the others.” He leaned to her bunting his finger hard to her brow that pressed through the cage. She looked away forcing the thoughts down, but looked back up into his eyes. ” Ye may not talk much – but I know what’s going on in that head of yours, and ye best stop it.” He leaned close to her face watching her as he tied his chain bindings to her collar ring.

She looked over as the men began opening the cages, the women began to scream. A roar of female voices swilled in the ocean wind as one by one – each cage was opened, the girls lashed at the men in wailing swipes and kicks. Their white knuckles clamped tight to the cage bars till their hands were pried free. But.. one by one their feet were shackled in full irons, dragged to a thick hemp rope and their wrists tied to it. They fought desperately – pulling at the rope till they were hit into submission. Shylah looked back up at Kuroc and swallowed hard. He leaned in, opened her cage and yanked the chain between her wrist irralets to jolt her forward out of the cage-picking her up in his arms. “You don’t want they are going to be, I’m tellin ya. I have an idea what they are really heading for.” He sat on the edge of the boat swinging around and leaping off the edge walking her to the shore so she would not get wet and plonking her down the sand with her chain leash. His men stood close and in between the four slaves- holding down onto the rope at an uneasy height forcing the women to bend over while they readied for the journey. Kuroc walked over to Loc and began to talk quietly to him.

She watched the slaves looking about their surroundings, their tear streaked faces, dirty and trembling unsure whether to crouch or stand. Shylah looked down at her own chain attached to her irralet wrist shackles, pretty as they were, the gold that glinted in the sun, she despised them. Kuroc walked a few steps to Shylah looking down at her as he took her chain back up and began to lead her to a worn seagrass road sliding into the cliffs of the Crossway. The convey followed Kuroc in a slow walk as the women walked in irons behind them.

Beautiful as the cliffs were-the journey in shackles was agony. Shylah alone felt the dull pain rub so much against her tender ankles as the hour passed into two- she ambled slower and slower focusing hard on every careful step falling behind his natural gate. Kuroc turned in a holler down the convoy. “Halt!” The echo of his hard voice bounced off the rainforest cliff faces around him as the convoy slowed to a stop. He turned to Shylah, pushing on her chest for moment till she stopped. She straightened looking up at him almost confused. He knelt down lifting her skirt. Her ankles covered so badly in blisters, the fine metal had sliced the blisters deeply into blood raw wounds. He sat Shylah down lifting her skirt over her knees. He hesitated, then… He lifted the latch clamps, pulling them off her one by one, then he looked up. “Mill! Yah water man!” He nodded to the young deckhand. Mill moved up to Kuroc passing him his canteen, he took it spinning the cap, pouring the cold water over her ankles, She winced in pain as the chilled water was drizzled over the tender wounds slowing cooling them. He leaned back to his pack pulling out two bandages.

Shylah watched him as he carefully threaded them around each of Shylah’s ankles knotting each one secure. He stood lifting his pack back over his shoulder and tossing the shackles and the canteen back to Mill. Kuroc leaned reaching for Shylah. For the first time he did not take her chain but took her hands- lifting her to stand. “Can ye still walk?” He said quietly, searching under her gaze till their eyes met. She lifted her dark blue hues to look up at him, and, there, in the mists of the rainforest she saw his soul, he stood there silently looking into her eyes – and she saw him. In a tiny smile she nodded. Kuroc nodded back at her. “Ok then,” He said in a low gentle voice to her. Letting go of one of her hands he began to walk.

`The Delivery

The journey had fallen into three hours as they reached a human male standing beside the entrance to the Crossway. Shylah looked up at the gigantic walls of the ancient ruins the fear shaking inside of her, she clutched at Kuroc’s hand. To be a slave was one thing- but to be given off in this convoy was another.

Bruke stood aside four of his men, holding the ropes of two carts, each pulled by two large king elks.. “ARR…Kuroc .. The IronBear himself!” The man’s voice slid across the hills in a serpentine like echo as he approached him. Kuroc stroked Shylah’s hand with his thumb before letting it go taking back her chain in his fist and walked up the hill towards the human he growled low in response. “And.. Didn’t I tell ye Bruke… I’d feed your own balls to ya if ye ever called me that again?” Kuroc looked up with one eyebrow as he stopped, Shylah paused – standing behind Kuroc with her head lowered.
“Yes.. All in good faith though, all in good faith. So…. What treasures have you brought for this special delivery to the Northern border?” Bruke said in a cheerful sigh. He looked down the convoy as it arrived. Bruke paced past each girls’ in a approving smile ” Well… These are fresh aren’t they? They will do well where they are going I’m sure. I will certainly get them to the border in the next three days. Such a light load…...However…”

Kuroc looked at Bruke with a stern gaze. “The deal you meet him at the Northern border with all four alive….. And, all Un-Spoiled” He enunciated the words to him with an angry growl. Bruke put his hands up in protest.. “They will be untouched.”
The Vanghoul men set to work, removing the ankle shackles off the women one by one, placing the irons in their packs leaving their wrist shackles tied to a long thick hemp rope. Bruke’s men closed in on the women to take the the rope to lead them into the Crossway ahead. Bruke idled staring at the girls in a lustful glance as they passed him he wandered up to Kuroc suddenly noticing Shylah-looking over to the women as he passed her. Bruke stopped in awe at the dark haired Elven girl behind him.

“She couldn’t be? …. She’s…. She’s Elven? Kuroc…. what is the matter with you? She’s worth thousands..” Walking up to Shylah tipping her chin to his gaze. Her dark blue eyes lifted to him as he admired her. Bruke suddenly realised Kuroc’s glare burning into him and suddenly stepped in front of Shylah taking the view away from Bruke as he let go of Shylah’s chin. He leaned into him taking over his personal space completely glaring down at him-forcing Bruke to step back.. “Did I.. Say to you.. To never… touch my slaves….” He enunciated in a low growl.

Bruke stepped back as the Vanghoul men noticed the sudden disagreement. “Kuroc…. Come to your senses man.. Do you know what they would pay for a WoodElf? She’s worth more than all those put together and you know it. When was the last time you even saw an Elven girl? It’s been decades.. I thought the whole race had gone extinct!...... Can she sing? I've heard they can sing really well…..” Bruke trailed off – trying to get the man to listen to reason. Kuroc’s eyes turned dark staring him down as the rage built inside him. “Ye will dig into that shit armour of yours and find me another two hundred…….. To pay for your life.” He growled as his hand lifted to slide his axe from the knocks on his back.

Bruke looked at him realising his life was suddenly ticking by. He stopped, feeling for his pack he took the two other pouches from his pack handing it to him as he breathed in heavily. “Two and...Two... I….. arrr…. lost my mind for a second over the Elf. Truly….” He looked at Bruke as he took the pouches from his hands. “There won’t be a next time… Ye hear?” Kuroc growled, turning back to Shylah, slipping the two new pouches into his pocket. Bruke nodded and left as the last of the men walked slowly by holding the end of the rope.

Kuroc turned to his men – they stood uneasy, suddenly all trying to not look at Shylah in awkward admiration of their boots, the view to the left.. And right… Idling over anything but the vague direction of his possession. He ticked a smile from the corner of his mouth as he took Shylah’s chain pulling her close. ‘Time we head back to the boats. Its to the market tonight, we all get paid.” He said as the men relaxed over the words and followed Kuroc down the sandy path.

`The New Ghost

The dawn was long yet to arrive as Kuroc placed the small wooden crate into the small boat. He leaned over picking up the ropes from the jetty, rolling them then in a swing and chucked them into the bow. Each of his men had been paid a cool thousand for the latest trade, all had spent the past two days away having their fill of booze and brothel women-no doubt in the Shadowed Shores, leaving him to enjoy the latest training on his new slave. On their return, he had locked the sleeping girl in his room for a trip to the far islands himself. However, not for the same reasons as his crew had ventured, it was for something special. He smiled a little turning around for the last tether to his longboat.

A dark haired figure stood eye to eye as he turned, Kuroc stepped back instantly reaching for his axe, the metallic scrape sliced the silence as it was pulled from the knocks on his back drawing the heavy war laden decaptior to the glint of the moonlight. “Are you the slaver?” He asked low and direct. Kuroc took a single slow step back as his eyes narrowed. “What would it be to ye?” he growled back as he tilted his head to the side cracking it heavily. “You sold my sister…” Andrall said angrily, pulling his sword from the knock slowly as he spoke. ” You stole her, and you are going to give her back.”

Kuroc kicked a smile from the corner of his mouth as he replied. “Arr no… I won't.. . She’s already sold and paid for.”

Andrall spilled over with rage as he began to swing. “You will FUCKING give her back NOW!” In a heavy sweep he slammed the sword hard down at Kuroc’s feet in threat cracking the jetty boards before him. “Give her Back!” Andrall yelled, instantly yanking the sword out of the boards, his arms held high as his hands moved position to swing the sword around him. Kuroc dropped his weight to his knees suddenly, turning to his side and swinging his axe with precision from his right in a back hand - sweeping up suddenly as he turned slicing into the Elven man’s Leg instantly walking towards him as soon as he struck. Andrall hollered as the sword missed in a loud clang into the jetty boards woefully missing his shoulder. Andrall stumbled jerking the sword out of the broken boards he rammed the pummel into Kuroc trying to step back to levy the sword high above his head. Suddenly he stopped frozen. The sickly slice of metal and blood dragged through their ears as Kuroc slammed the axe through the gap in Andrall’s armour slicing heavily through his shoulder taking most of his shoulder to separate from his torso. Kuroc stepped close almost nose to nose with the man, watching the man’s eyes drain of life in the moonlight taking pleasure in stealing his life from the world. Andrall dropped the sword in a loud metallic thud to the jetty as his arm gave out.

The blood ran thick down the side of his chest, and splattered on the floor like a cup beginning to empty. Kuroc looked down and watched the fast flow of blood- but his chin lifted slowly to the man speaking to the man calmly in a low growl. “You come all this way.. Just to find her did ye? And.. You know what I’ll tell ‘er Master? he said in a deep rolling growl as the hook of his axe came in front of Andrall’s face slowly slicing down his clavicle into his chest - taking the utmost pleasure watching the razor sharp bit slice effortlessly through his skin as he stared in gutted pain, The man was in shock, barely gasping for air- his dull eyes stared through the Vanghoul King. “I’ll tell ‘er you are a failure.” And, in a single jolt, he pushed the blade hard into his chest and sliced the blade hard across clavicle - slicing clean through the bone forcing a sickening snap as the bone gave out cracking under Kuroc’s hand.

Kuroc lifted his chin and looked over Andrall’s shoulder and jolted the beard of the axe downward-ripping the axe harshly out as the man dropped to the ground. The dark river of blood pulsed out of his throat silently falling between the boards into the ocean below.

Kuroc looked at the body for a moment before flicking some of the blood off his axeblade in a spiteful swipe. He slid the decapitator over his shoulder into the knocks, leaning over picking up the last tether and walking to his boat. Kuroc, covered in blood and gore from the man smiled at the crate as he stepped into the longboat and sat down to the ores and began to row. The last moonlit shimmers rippled off the water as it lapped upside the boat as he rowed quietly, he looked at the body in a blank gaze for a moment the as he rowed away the shine of his armor darkened with every stroke till he fell out of view into the nights cloak.

By Adalasia

Shylah's Historic Biography
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1d0SMep3tX1adSUXupK0-IA4dBq5us03ixNmJjbqSqvs/edit?usp=sharing
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Server lore extended.

The Character "Shylah" plays an integral part of our server lore.
Shylah Khanriel LaRay House of Nasriel- last of her banner, the last pale skinned pure-blood wood-elf and enslaved.
Many have asked how was she enslaved.
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The lore for the Varkyn in Cold Embrace.
A vital part of the story and server quest line Lore
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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1d9GFgNiBscstqFC1-2GKpgE1yUJwbJuCThcBd7IKE1A/edit?usp=sharing
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The Cold Embrace Kingdom

Clan Neflheim



The Clans Song - BrahgdnHuld Castle

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The Elven Lore
By Kuroc, Adalasia and Erithia
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Z9983Dn7NIrQpyevF_Fs9Ss-pc5be7x6wZP90FM4lKM/edit?usp=sharing
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“Queen of the North and Lady of the Cold Embrace - Adalasia Brahgdn Krigarè
The Eighth successor of the Akivasha Bloodline.”

By Adalasia
Server Lore to Cold Embrace


https://docs.google.com/document/d/12NFNM8QB2La9RgnJmSdG2LT8WEF_nwsgJnieFsVvZXE/edit?usp=sharing
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Server Lore character and Real life NPC

Deca Lordumnai Moreson

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1krL0TNniycPtQUr4hqL3ldlmN9TDgQu5BMy1WO8CArU/edit?usp=sharing
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Recruitment Rewards UPDATED


Every recruit you invite to the server - that joins and makes a character and joins a Kingdom gets
an instant level 60 boost on the day they log in.
Don't worry you must get to 120 so there is a long way to go
And you and your friend both get 250 PippiGold and 10 loyalty tokens each.

AND If that same recruit hits 120 - you and the new recruit will get 300 PippiGold each and another 15 Loyalty tokens.
You are welcome to do this as MUCH as you like...
You are also welcome to use any of the promotional videos or banners to do this.

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WeeklyRundown


Well it seems now we are close to finalizing the Kingdoms. Its been a massive month overall but the hubs/cities look amazing. They are so beautiful... Don't worry I have done a back up
I ask for admins now to begin the spawn dump into the abyss of inner map and encourage the economy. (if you are finished/complete)

We have increased the recruit rewards for you all. This is from suggestions - so thank you all for your suggestions they were great and took them on.

Server Lore
We are finalising the last of the Historical lore. Overall the server lore is now over 85 pages long. (minus Bruke, the Dark Merchants and Stormhold).
The Story from here will begin to freefall - governed by the players and the maps integration. Take your time, enjoy your hard work.. I know I am ...
This castle really has winter wonderland feel going through it now. Im in love

Its time to bend with the holidays coming up. We are not planning anything massive server lore wise till the new year- but we will be hosting a lot of events..
I will always update you here on discord of the events in IC - so you know icly what's going on and your not out of the loop for when you jump off the Holiday train.

I want to personally thank our Admins and Mods for helping us. The hard work they put in for us- whether they be floating about like gods helping or taking an axe to the face.. or a meteor... You are amazing beautiful people and I have never felt so lucky to have you here to get to know.
The server has already such a beautiful atmosphere. incredible creativity and master builder talent. I love the high realistic immersion. Be brave, travel to see these places, meet the creators, invite them to your lovely place - these incredibly built homes already feel so warm and wholesome, you fall into character just standing there.!!

Thank you again for being on our server.
Adalasia.
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BDSM and Conflict on the Map

yes sounds funny - but there is a reason for this - Why the Kingdoms are the way they are and a facet of why we created a Rp BDSM Server. Safe sane consensual under formal protocol was our plan. RP environment where its safe to explore yet learning actual techniques.
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