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aspenivan
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Battle of Furtaker Fort Nov 13, 2014 22:44:04 GMT

Post by aspenivan on Nov 13, 2014 22:44:04 GMT

Time: Afternoon

Terrain: Low rolling hills

Weather: Heavy rain

With supplies running low and the enemy threatening to impose more attrition than the Jotun could match, Thane Gudrik opted to for an immediate all-out assault with all the troops he could muster. The weather was far from perfect: Thick raindrops splatted against giants' armor and weapons as the Blood-Dancer led his attack force out of camp in a rigid march. Further back, the only thing keeping the Survaekom cannons and muskets functioning was a thick tarp of dismantled hide tents covering the densely-packed formation.

General Stae Pjjokhat, presiding over the artillery block, had packed his own troops in the front: cannons and crews, marine musketeers, and dismounted knights. They would constitute the core of his battle group as well as the primary concentration of firepower. Behind them stood the giant longbows and marines, while the flanks were occupied by the hardy raiders. Together they formed a square that, Pjjokhat hoped, would ward off any of Jodsar's would-be flankers.

Meanwhile, the bulk of the army moved with the Thane, proud Jotun shieldwall followed by the regular archers and what remained of the Greatswords in a thunderous but rhythmic stomp. They were ready to wear the enemy down until Stae's battery punched a breach in the walls. Few doubted it would take long to knock down a section of the wild orcs' flimsy palisade.

_

Jodsar hardly noticed the rain pelting his armor and soaking his warg's fur: His every nerve was focused on sight and sound, anything that could clue him in to an opening for an attack. He heard distant booms, almost like thunder but for the crunch of broken wood and orcs that came after. The invaders had made their move...now it was time for him to make one.

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ORDER OF BATTLE:

Jotun Clans (vaklu)
Attack Force
LEADER: Thane Gudrik the Blood Dancer (General) - 10 Bodyguards
-- 950 Giant City Roundshiers (2 units)
-- 480 Giant City Shock Infantry (1 unit)
-- 1000 Giant City Archers (2 units)

Battery
LEADER: Stae Pjjokhat (Surv-Akur General) - 70 Bodyguards (currently dismounted), 10 Horse Artillery guns + crews
-- 91 Human Marines (gunpowder) (1 unit)
-- 215 Giant Longbows (1 unit)
-- 180 Giant Raider Marines (5 units)
-- 170 Giant Marines (5 units)

Jodsar's Host (talis)
LEADER: Jodsar the Swift (Warrior: Ranged) - 200 Mounted Warriors
-- 685 Horse Archers (1 unit)
-- 550 Lancers (1 unit)

Furtaker Fort Garrison (cerdigon)
-- 1,000 Orc Shock Infantry (1 unit)
-- 1,990 Orc Roundshiers (2 units)
-- 995 Orc Archers (1 unit)

NOTES:
-- Jotun Clans benefit from Desperation - improved morale
-- Incapacitated troops not counted in the Order of Battle are still vulnerable to attack
-- Surv-Akur artillery bombardment has weakened part of the palisade and inflicted some casualties (10 Orc Roundshiers, 5 Orc Archers)
-- Jotun Attack Formation and Furtaker Fort Garrison are in skirmish range of one another
-- This battle will consist of two more modmarks

Vaklu
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Battle of Furtaker Fort Nov 14, 2014 0:56:27 GMT

Post by Vaklu on Nov 14, 2014 0:56:27 GMT

Gudrik's hair was matted by the rain. It wasn't the cool, salty precipitation that he'd grown accustomed too during his time at sea. These droplets were warm and tasteless. He'd embedded himself and his bodyguards amongst the Greatswords, who he felt would be instrumental in taking the inner fort. The Archers kept a steady stream of arrows into the fort while the roundshier shieldwall stood ready for the breach they were sure the cannons would prepare for them. The Thane had ordered his men to watch for a possible attack by the raider cavalry that had been harrassing them over the last few days. If they came they find warriors ready to fight, not a force on the march and unable to return the attack.

General Pjjokhat could feel the pressure in his chest every time the cannons fired. He loved the sensation, it was like another heart stirring the blood and making him more in tune with the battlefield. Around him the square he'd organized was alert despite the rain. There would be victory today, and his cannons would ensure it.

Summary-
Attack force trades arrows with the defenders and waits for a breach to attack

Battery pummels the walls with cannon fire. Square is held incase of raiders.

talis
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Battle of Furtaker Fort Nov 14, 2014 2:38:19 GMT

Post by talis on Nov 14, 2014 2:38:19 GMT

Fargoth watched from afar as the giants stood in steady formation, standing straight in the rain as they waited for their cannons to knock down the walls of the manor. The fools. They would be lucky if the powder didn't foul and get wet - he had heard stories about entire Firetooth armies defeated because their guns fouled on a rainy day and they were overrun. These men had no comprehension of warfare in the wastes. Let them have their little fort and its supplies, he had bigger targets. "Victory" or not, the giants were in for a bloody day.

"Move out!" He roared, turning his wolf around. "We ride to the Giant's camp! Slay anything moving or not! Burn or destroy all supplies! Don't leave a single sick bastard alive!" The orcs cheered, lances raised, and rode off. Blood and loot would be theirs whether the giants conceded to give it or not.

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Jodsar wished his lieutenant luck as his archers rode. The warchief's job was the harder, and the rain would make it only more difficult. The giants had to be denied the food and supplies in the fort no matter what. Luckily he had acquired several kegs of gunpowder during raiding, and these would make fine tools to destroy whatever was inside. Although the wastelanders lacked the secret of making the devilish powder they knew well its destructive powers when exposed to flame.

Once the archers circled around the fort he had his stealthiest orcs dismount with several barrels. Hopefully the manor's orcs would not suspect a thing - they had other problems, and he had released their men before. If they did try to stop him his archers would provide covering fire. For now, they needed merely place the barrels alongside the rear wall. If the giants looked like they were winning, he could blast his way in and destroy the supplies inside. He had a couple dozen scouts riding about now, watching the battle as it progressed and reporting back to him every few minutes.

Summary:
- Lancers ride to attack the unguarded camp full of incapacitated giants.
- Horse archers circle around the fort and prepare their own assault if necessary.

Last Edit: Nov 14, 2014 2:39:44 GMT by talis

cerdigon
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Battle of Furtaker Fort Nov 14, 2014 3:45:50 GMT

Post by cerdigon on Nov 14, 2014 3:45:50 GMT

Urgran Skullcrusher peered out from one of the narrow slits of the longhall. The roar of cannons echoed like peals of thunder as the rain hammered down. The old Orc had already withdrawn the bulk of his men from the walls after the initial barrage. it was only a matter of time until the enemy punched a hole through his defenses and their superior firepower meant that it would be stupidity to keep the bulk of his forces on the wall. It wasn't just Giant's that the Fort's men had to contend with but that whoreson Jodsar the Swift. Urgran had given orders for his remaining archers on the walls to fire at ANY forces that approached. The big Orc stepped outside, waving the last of the women and children back towards the longhall.

Urgran was old, too old to accompany Yontai Furtaker on his campaign to confront the Giant's. But here, at last, the old chieftain had a chance to grab one last blaze of glory for himself. Although his troops consisted primarily of youngling's, Ugran had a small core of combat veterans to call upon. It would have to be enough to hold the enemy at bay. At his approach, the militamen began smashing swords against shields and rusted breastplates, war cries and chants swelling within their throats as they waited for the cannons to breach his defenses.

Urgran's plan was simple: Kill any living thing that came through the breach and threatened his people.

SUMMARY:
-- 300 Orc Archers are left on the palisade; firing at giants and horse archers as they approach.
-- All remaining troops have withdrawn back towards the interior of the fort, with the defense anchored around the longhall. Archers have been stationed upon rooftops, with the infantry waiting to charge the Giant's as they come through the breach in the palisade.

Last Edit: Nov 14, 2014 3:46:55 GMT by cerdigon

aspenivan
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Battle of Furtaker Fort Nov 16, 2014 21:28:58 GMT

Post by aspenivan on Nov 16, 2014 21:28:58 GMT

The buzz and whine of arrows intermixed with the pattering of rain as the Jotun lines exchanged fire with the garrison. Between a palisade and a shield-wall, most of the projectiles lodged themselves harmlessly into wood, decorating each side with a pincushion of arrow-shafts. However, the orcs were scoring more of the few wounds than the giants from their raised position. If the skirmish had continued indefinitely, the giants probably would have been forced to retreat if only because the orcs had better positioning and more arrows in their stores.

However, the reality was that the walls would not stay intact for long. The second Survaekom volley flew high, a few shots crashing into the longhouse and others hitting the wall opposite. But it only took a few minor adjustments for the next two volleys to hit their marks. One blasted away a section of rampart and toppled part of the wall, and the next reduced what was left of the segment into a pile of rubble beneath a wide-open breach.

Now was the moment the giants had been waiting for. Thane Gudrik roared, followed by the rest of his troops, and then the formation came charging in. As they ran, they were met with a withering hail of arrows from the hundreds of defending archers held in reserve, but not enough to stop the raging tide. When the first lines of Jotun roundshiers hit their orcish counterparts with a crash of shields and metal, scores of the villagers were crushed and swept away by foes twice as big as themselves. Ugran Skullcrusher might have been able to orchestrate an encirclement as his enemies cut a swathe into the ranks of his proud milita, if it had not been for the second wave of Greatswords lead personally by Thane Gudrik. As it was, all the old chief could manage was to slow the giants down.

Surviving participants in the battle would later report that as the melee progressed, a rare moment settled on the battlefield. A moment where a single warrior seemed to define the action, to lead the rhythm of the brawl. Untouchable, breathtaking, even magnificent in his own unsettling way, Thane Gudrik ebbed and flowed on spry feet. His shield and broadsword swayed and spun in deathly harmony, guided by arms and legs that knew how to keep the perfect beat in battle. Even the blood and carnage of those he sliced through was an art, forming elaborate trails in the air. Whatever would happen later, for this moment Thane Gudrik was King of Swing.

_

“Shields up!” cried the captain in a booming voice as his pack of warg-riders approached the enemy camps. It was a matter of careful timing: the lancers needed to protect themselves while running the gauntlet of arrows, but refocus on the attack before they connected with their prey. Spear-like giant arrows cracked into the lancers' shields, some managing to pierce into warg or rider but most either deflected or missing their targets. A few more found themselves bleeding out with open holes in their bodies as the distant crackle of musket-fire joined the whoosh of arrows.

“Lances couched!” The riders turned their sideways gazes back forward, from the battery to the tents, before bringing their shields back down and lowering their spears. And then came the impact. Blades and spikes stuck into the giants, such big foes too weak to do anything but run feebly away or simply await their fate. They were pigs to the slaughter, deer to the hunt.

Meanwhile, at the battery, a worried giant sergeant looked to his human acting commander.

“Do we fire upon them still?” It was a harrowing choice, whether or not to keep shooting at the risk of dishonorably killing their own. But General Stae Pjjokhat seemed confident, weathered visage bearing a look of grim determination.

“No. We mount up.” With that, he and his knights dashed to their horses. “Raiders with me! Everyone else reform and hold the square! Load the battery with canister and make sure nothing gets close to it!” The proud General Pjjokhat wasn't about to let some honorless orc scum slay invalids, nor was he going to stay in his square and rain fire on all of them indiscriminately like a coward. He would meet them, face to face.

“Chaaarge!” The advance was a little slow to form up, but it gathered momentum faster than some of the warg riders were expecting. Some of the outer, looser edges carried away with the slaughter found themselves cut to pieces, but the main body still had time to react.

_

Perhaps the strangest scene of the battle was away from the main field, at the South side of Furtaker Fort. Arrows flew back and forth not between giants and wasteland orcs, but between wastelanders! Under orders not to let anyone approach, Skullcrusher's wall guards traded fire with Jodsar and his warg archers. But despite their best efforts at resistance, they could not keep the low-lives with the barrels from placing them alongside the wall.

They did not know what the barrels were for, but it couldn't be good.

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RESULTS AND CASUALTIES

Jotun Clans breach the walls and storm their way in with a mighty charge, but at the camps only a desperate charge by General Pjjokhat and the Raiders stands between the camp and those who would annihilate it!

Approximate Casualties:
-- 150 Giant City Roundshiers
-- 60 Giant City Shock Infantry
-- 100 Giant City Archers

Jodsar's Host's lancers raid the giant camps and now face a charge lead by the Surv-Akur General, while the archers skirmish with the wall guards and get the barrels against the walls!

Approximate Casualties:
-- 75 Lancers
-- 45 Horse Archers

Furtaker Fort Garrison buckles under the giant charge while also struggling to fend off Jodsar's wargs!

Approximate Casualties:
-- 65 Orc Archers
-- 900 Orc Roundshiers
-- 200 Orc Shock Infantry

Last Edit: Nov 16, 2014 21:36:20 GMT by aspenivan

Vaklu
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Battle of Furtaker Fort Nov 16, 2014 21:53:38 GMT

Post by Vaklu on Nov 16, 2014 21:53:38 GMT

"Kill them all, no survivors!" Gudrik removed another orcs head from it's shoulders as his troops waded further into the fort's interior. The Greatswords and the Thane still lead the way. The roudshiers following behind, filling any gaps as needed. Gudrick sent a runner with orders to have one of the archer blocks join the fray and trade fire with the defenders. The rmaining block would keep watch for any of the raiders who were skulking about the battle field.

Summary
- Gudrick, the shock and roundshiers push into the fort
- one unit of archers comes inside the fort to skirmmish
- second archer unit unit stays outside the fort keeping watch for raiders

talis
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Battle of Furtaker Fort Nov 16, 2014 22:19:11 GMT

Post by talis on Nov 16, 2014 22:19:11 GMT

"Now!" Jodsar ordered, "Fire the signal."

"Aye, Warchief." The grinning orc stretched his bow, his arrow burning green with lit pitch even in the rain. He fired the arrow into the air, and horns could be heard bellowing. Four hundred warg archers wheeled off and rode west. They would fire on the giant's rear, harassing their support and ensuring that the melee was as chaotic and deadly as possible. As they rode off a blinding flash and explosion shook the fort, ripping a great hole in the wooden wall.

"Ride!" Jodsar kicked his wolf into a great bound. His personal entourage of fifty warriors, plus fifty horse archers carrying more barrels of gunpowder. They rode hard, straight into the gap while their enemies were still reeling from the shock. Jodsar didn't even hesitate once inside. The Wastelanders relied mostly on hunting for sustenance, only farming occasionally on riversides. Most of the manor's food stocks would be in a storage room in the rear of the longhall, or in a small building next to it. His goal was to get in, find and destroy that store-room, and get out. He trusted the archers to cover his entrance and escape, and his warriors to keep him safe. Let the giants take the fort, they could starve inside its walls or out!

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"Drop caltrops and retreat!" Fargoth roared, pulling back on his warg's reigns. He had no intention of meeting the Survaekom in a head-on charge. Not with 150 giants running along with them. Good enough to draw them away from the battle. His aid blew a horn, and his orcs pulled to a stop, dumping bags of rusty iron spikes onto the ground. Caltrops were one of Jodsar's favorite toys; a single one could lame a warg for the rest of a battle, and Fargoth didn't doubt it could do the same to a giant or horse. He rode away, leading his lancers behind him and turned sidesaddle to watch his enemies.

cerdigon
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Battle of Furtaker Fort Nov 17, 2014 2:01:33 GMT

Post by cerdigon on Nov 17, 2014 2:01:33 GMT

It was as if the Gods themselves had spoken. Urgran stumbled, narrowly avoiding a blow from a giant. The sword clipped off his pauldron instead and Urgran responded by hacking off the ugly beasts hand with his axe. It wasn't the only body part that littered the blood drenched ground. The force of the explosion had killed many an Orc that had been on the walls, desperately unleashing volley after volley into the melee below.

That cowardly swine Jodsar! Attacking like a goblin, with little regard for his own kin that were fighting for their lives in the fort. Urgran was aware that his position was precarious, the giants were pouring in and his militia was being slaughtered. The Orc's surged forward attempting to contain the giants and buy time for their kinsmen to escape. Hundreds of peasents were now stampeding from the safety of the longhall and towards the massive hole that Jodsar's men had blown into the palisade.

The Old Chieftain was not following them. He was bleeding heavily from his shoulder wound, thick black blood. Slowly but surely, the Orc rose from the mud and back towards his feet. He headed not towards the giants but towards Jodsar and his wargs, all of thoughts of pain forgotten as he threw himself towards the cretin! His first blow hacking a Warg rider clear from the saddle, the Chieftain didn't pause in his assault as he raced towards the warlord, determined to wrench him from his steed and drown him with his own blood!

SUMMARY:
-- The Orc's inside the fort use the explosion in an attempt to escape. The Furtaker militia fights a desperate battle to save them. Meanwhile, Chieftain Urag attacks Jodsar, determined to kill him for his treachery.

aspenivan
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Battle of Furtaker Fort Nov 18, 2014 9:09:41 GMT

Post by aspenivan on Nov 18, 2014 9:09:41 GMT

Final Moderation Mark

Hans Billung eagerly jumped at the flat rooftop, pulling himself up just in time to swat away the orc who was about to shoot him in the face. He chuckled a bit at how the little guy flew and landed in the rain-soaked mud, surrounded by dozens of other fallen defenders. Probably not dead, but definitely not a threat anymore. Billung quickly checked the roof he stood on for other dangers, but it seemed that orc had been the last one still shooting: His three friends were out cold or writhing in pain with giant arrows stuck in them.

"All clear!" Billung announced, getting out his bow and nocking an arrow. Two more giants lifted themselves up with grunts and clanks of metal studs, ready to follow the sergeant's lead. "Fire on my mark: a salted steak to whoever can skewer to of 'em at once!"

"You're on!" accepted one of the subordinates, while the other simply shook his head and took aim.

"Loose!" The three archers released their projectiles with loud snaps followed by the usual buzz. Sergeant Billung gave a hearty laugh when his own arrow blew the head of some poor roundshier before lodging itself in the chest of another. The others hit their marks, but only barely, cutting off a foot and a hand.

"Haha! More steak for me!" The leader grinned at his companions. At this point, there wasn't too much else to keep shooting for. With near numerical parity to the garrison, the Jotun attackers' momentum was unstoppable. It wouldn't be long now until the Thane and his shield-wall made it to the last enemy ranks, leaving the archers with nothing more to aim at. As for the enemy archers, they were mostly either dead or running out the gap that had exploded in the wall for who-knew-what reason.

But for the moment, he might as well enjoy the turkey shoot.

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The main body of warg archers Jodsar had sent out to skirmish soon found that their mission was a little harder than it had sounded. Harassing the rear of a fully-engaged army would be one thing, but instead they found a tight block of nearly five-hundred giant archers waiting for them. Before even reaching firing range, they had to take a densely-packed volley of Jotun arrow-spears that slammed right through wargs and riders like a knife through freshly-made cheese.

The riders were hardened professionals, but trying to skirmish with a prepared formation of foot archers (if you could even call the monsters that) was not a simple task. They returned the volley with grim determination before opting to maneuver into a firing circle, trading their own accuracy to give their enemies a harder time aiming. They would keep up the pressure as best they could until their Warlord returned from his mission.

Meanwhile, Jodsar the Swift hurtled into the newly-exploded breach with his hand-picked companions, wargs panting and kicking up mud and debris in their sprint. Everything was going according to plan...until a wild-eyed sword-wielding peasant elder burst into view from the smoke and hacked two of Jodsar's best riders off of their saddles, one after the other. Before he knew it, the old orc was right in front of him.

Thankfully, Urgran Skullcrusher didn't make it any further than that. He was just a little too old and had lost a little too much blood, making him choke and tremble violently just as he was ready to plunge his sword into the traitor. Needless to say, he didn't get a second chance: Within seconds there were more arrows than ribs in the elder's chest. As much as Skullcrusher longed to keep going, this was the kind of hurt you just couldn't pull yourself out of. He kept coughing, blood spurting out of his mouth and some of the holes in his body, before he fell limp to the ground. His dying eyes remained open and full of rage, saying more than words ever could. Even after the wasteland riders had finished their job and blown the food stores sky high, those eyes still haunted their minds.

Urgran Skullcrusher would go down in history as yet another orc that had tried but failed to kill the great Jodsar the Swift.

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Seeing that his cowardly foes had turned tail and denied him battle, General Stae Pjjokhat didn't hesitate to shoot the scum in the backs.

"Pistols and bows out!" he commanded harshly. "Make those bastards think twice about attacking our camp again!"

The clouds and smell of powder-smoke filled the air with resounding pops, and the General made sure to draw his own ornate wheel-lock caliver to draw whatever blood he could. Then the snaps and whoosh of giant arrows flying over the humans' heads. Though the results were obscured by the smoke, the cries of wargs and orcs were clearly audible.

Unfortunately, Pjjokhat failed to notice the surprises the orcs had left for his own troops. The rain-softened mud helped reduce the damage, but several horses and giants nonetheless fell flat on their sides in agony.

"Cowards! COWARDS! COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT!" the Khaitis general bellowed, still riding at full speed ahead. He drew another caliver, aimed, and fired, blowing a hole in a lancer's unarmored neck. But it was to no avail, the enemy was faster and had no intention of turning back. Eventually, Pjjokhat stopped, if only because his troops needed attending to. As he rode back, he swore to himself that those lancers would pay.

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RESULTS AND CASUALTIES

Jotun Clans take the Manor and chase the enemy raiding party away from the camps, but the wastelanders leave them nasty surprises in both cases!
Approximate Casualties:
-- 50 Giant City Roundshiers
-- 100 Giant City Shock Infantry
-- 50 Giant City Archers
-- Stae Pjjokhat (Surv-Akur General) - 15 Bodyguards
-- 40 Giant Raider Marines

Gain 1,000 war prisoners

Jodsar's Host destroys the food store, but takes unexpected casualties from skirmishing!
Approximate Casualties:
-- Jodsar the Swift (General) - 5 Bodyguards
-- 110 Horse Archers
-- 75 Lancers

Furtaker Fort is lost!
-- 300 Orc Shock Infantry - remaining troops in unit CAPTURED
-- 590 Orc Roundshiers - remaining troops in unit CAPTURED
-- 350 Orc Archers - unit has DESERTED

All civilians escape and are forced to join Jodsar's Host.

REMAINING FORCES

Jotun Clans (vaklu)
Attack Force
LEADER: Thane Gudrik the Blood Dancer (General) - 10 Bodyguards
-- 750 Giant City Roundshiers (2 units)
-- 320 Giant City Shock Infantry (1 unit)
-- 850 Giant City Archers (2 units)

Battery
LEADER: Stae Pjjokhat (Surv-Akur General) - 55 Bodyguards (currently dismounted), 10 Horse Artillery guns + crews
-- 91 Human Marines (gunpowder) (1 unit)
-- 215 Giant Longbows (1 unit)
-- 140 Giant Raider Marines (5 squadrons)
-- 170 Giant Marines (5 squadrons)

Jodsar's Host (talis)
LEADER: Jodsar the Swift (Warrior: Ranged) - 195 Mounted Warriors
-- 530 Horse Archers (1 unit)
-- 400 Lancers (1 unit)

Furtaker Fort Garrison (cerdigon)
NONE

Last Edit: Nov 20, 2014 19:32:07 GMT by aspenivan

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