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EDIT: I hit the character limit for the description for this entry. So there is a second part with the last two sections of this entry as well;
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Hi-hi everyone again <3 The lead up continues as the dread in the heads of many rats grow more and more. Schemes and worries all over as lots try to get ready for the largest mission they have ever been on. Perhaps not the furthest away from home but a full raid is not something many have done before in their short lives. As such they have a lot to prepare for. And of course lots of rats don't like to share - so are prepping for that as well.

A helpful list of names that have been mentioned a few who are yet to show up properly;
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Featuring from other lovely fans of Warhammer; (Not all show up in every entry, but just for records sake)
 ChaosEye - Kritch Deeptaker, Grey Seer.
 Kurbon - Mormel, Grey Seer.
 Corrsk - Tweek Firecrest and Skur/Sweek, Engineer and his assistants.
https://twitter.com/VileHound_ - Asphodel, Extraplanar goodboi.

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Three Days before March

Gilm Morning
"The brew-drink alright?" Veskatt would glance up from a bubbling beaker of brown liquid. Word and Enket nodding as Enket at least seemed to really enjoy the deep earthy smell combined with the hot liquid. Helping to get more energy in himself after Mormels experiment on surging Winds through Enket for his Leap.

"Didn't even think-ponder about Magic before," the scout would muse as he blew on the mostly clean cup before taking another drink. "But I mean...good-good to know its in me-me? Right?" Veskatt shaking his bandana covered head didn't give Enket a lot of confidence as he glanced over to Chief, who had a poultice wrapped around his snout, gave a kind of half shrug.

"Its not really in you-you Enket," Chief would mumble around the wrappings but at least his head felt better so far. The pirate was good for that at least. "Its more of...humm. Air-wind that flows all over-around. That you reach out and push to do something?" He didn't seem that pleased with his answer as he gave another shrug. "But it can push-invade you back. So don't go sticking your paws into it." Chief reaching over the top of his head with his right arm to pull his head to the right hand side to help stretch out his neck. "If you really want to know-understand," he continued. "Ask one of the Seer-Masters. I'm sure they will talk your ears off about it. If they are in a good-nice mood."

"Or cut-chop your paws off for daring to ask," Veskatt would add as he emptied what remained of the beaker. One cup of slimy white-ish beans and the other with the liquid. Enket gulping as he glanced back at Word who unfortunately nodded. It was a real possibility. Maybe Mormel would be open for a little talk? Well...talk and rope time for sure. He seemed the most calm of the Seers he had face to face time with. Far more calm that his, ugh, Seer-father. Kritch would probably explain that well the only way to learn about something like that was to see it up close! So open goes the maw, in goes the Enket, and gulp there he goes. The clanrat not able to stop himself shivering despite the time since the last face to face meeting with Deeptaker he haddn't even been at the meeting! That warm darkness...coming for him.

"Enket," Word reaching over to clip his large ears which made Enket jump about three feet off the ground before he breathed deeply and looked around. "Kritch-Seer isn't here. Focus on your duties. You have a mission-report to write. Have Veskatt check you again then get to it-it." Enket nodding as he turned and moved over toward the Skurvy rat who was thumbing through various...things in his pack before he pulled up his nicked and bandaged tail to stick it in the spot he had stopped on. Enket squinting at the funny looking bird on the main flap. With a yellow thing-thing in its beak. Where had he seen that before...Before he focused looked back at the main contents but that was an even bigger mystery. Just looked like a lot of plant materials to the scout.

"Right-right; paw out, mouth open, one eye wide." Enket doing what he was told as Veskatt told hold of his wrist and squeezed, his claws digging into his wrist a bit as he seemed to be muttering something under his breath before letting it go. Then leaning forward to look at Enkets tongue and mouth. Thankfully smelling like whatever nice drink the herb-rat had made rather than the normal rat breath. And then reaching up to take hold of Enkets head to pull at the fur around his eyes a little to get a good look at his eye. It was a very peculiar feeling. Sort of like Mormel but not nearly as fun? "Hes fine-good." Not entirely unfun though, and still with some care? Brain why-why?! Veskatt thankfully leaning back and not paying much attention to Enkets darting eyes and quickening breath as he started to pull out whatever plant things he had in his bag, and bandages. At least Enket recognized them. "Do you still have the tooth-fang that Haskir punched out of your maw Chief-chief?"

"No-no, Carrion probably already took anything we left in the room."

"They do tend to do that don't they?" Veskatt agreed as Word made a shoo-ing motion at Enket with his paws.

"Duty-tasks Enket. I'll come address-speak to the clan once done here. Many of you-all will have to deal with my old boss. I'll try to help-explain." Enket nodding and saluting before skittering out of Words personal chamber toward the records room. "However much it will help-help," Chief grumbled as the door clicked shut. "Damn Haskir."

"Uhhh...Well Chief-chief I'm uhh,"

"Not my clan-clan I know Veskatt, I'm not blind-stupid." Despite how helpful he would be - turning his nose up at Skurvy by taking Veskatt would be terrible for him. Despite them tossing him away Word knew that Skurvy still owned him. Even if Mange wasn't watching him again drawing attention like that would be not smart. Chief resting back in his chair as Veskatt started to try and reset the bandages he had applied before Enket had stumbled into the room half asleep. "You doing good-helpful work here." Word watching him with one eye as he worked. "I doubt you want-hope to sit outside in the Warren all day-night with Koroc sharpening knives in your direction-face. You can wait around here if you are not request-needed elsewhere." Word just managing to stop himself probing his loose fangs with his tongue as he tried to not fiddle with it more. "Just don't take task-order from Koroc."

"Good advice Chief-chief, thats why you are Chief!" That got a little smile from Word before he tried to lay still for the healer to work. Glad the Clanfleets produced items more than bitter sea rats and treasure. The final cup of hot brown energy liquid soon picked up by Word to sip on as Veskatt worked on trying to make his head continue its recovery. Damn Haskir.


Enkets brain meanwhile tried to work over what he would write down for what happened with Mormel as he walked slowly. Well and trying to grapple with how he felt with Veskatt touching him - but he could push that aside for now. Berold stupid-ass and the rest of the mission would be easy. He needed to say something. Wait did he? Shit-shit he should have asked Word what Mormel had told Word about what had happened. Maybe the Seer had said nothing? Just that Enket had done a good job and then sent him on his way. Glancing down at his wrist that bore Mormels little mark of his agents Enket would run his paw over the leather manacle. Still with that same warmth that made him feel a small amount better. It was so nice.

Clank-clatter.

"Its ok-ok Voch. Pick up the shield," Enkets ears flicking to his left as he backed up a few steps before peaking into the training hall. And was shocked to find it was pretty full. And Kekkan was in there...with Voch! And Voch was still awake! The slave nodding as he picked up the triangular shield and tried to hold it up facing the much larger Stormvermin. Kekkan nodding as he moved to Vochs left and then the right to check his stance before he reached out. "Bend-fold your arm a little. You want to be able to absorb the strike and not take it all to the wrist-paw. Like the first time." Voch nodding as he tried to adjust his arm a little to be less straight. And when Kekkan punched his gauntlet into it with a medium amount of force Voch didn't drop it this time! He leaned back and his front foot left the ground but progress! "Good-good, feet-paws next."

"Enket - you make a better door-block than a window," a voice behind Enket making him glance back to see that two of his fellow clanrats were stuck behind him. Carrying a box of slingstones between them. Enket quickly moving past the training hall toward the records room. He had a job to do. But was Voch coming with them too? How much had he missed being asleep!?


The dull short blade that Voch was trying to hold in his none shield hand was getting heavier by the moment as the small slave decided that he was not at all built for this. All he had done at his old clan was move boxes and tighten bolts. But he took a deep breath and tried his best to keep his stance as he watched Kekkan do some basic movement while keeping his own weapons up and ready. At least he didn't need to try and heft up the massive metal shields that the Stormvermin used. That would be damn near impossible for him. And Kekkan was being very patient with him. It made this much more bearable as the Stormvermin spoke up. "Now-now. You want to lean forward to be ready to strike or block. But not too far," showing a few basic stances of standing with a small blade and shield, commenting which was too far and which was too back. Voch nodding as he tried his best to mimic what Kekkan was doing.

"So I don't-don't get pushed over as easily?" Kekkan nodding before making a bit of an ehhhh face.

"Yes but well...you will be easy-simple to push over." Pointing at his small frame. "Not much weight-heft there to resist the push. But thats ok. Not all can be as,"

"Strong and handsome-good?" Kekkan blinking before striking a pose at Vochs' praise. How nice of him to say that!

"Well yes-yes! Though I meant more big-tall and also heavy-thick with armor. But this train-fighting is more of if you cannot just scamper-flee. That should be your first plan." Voch nodding as Kekkan moved over to adjust some more of his stance. "We don't have much-lot of time to teach you. Enket will likely need to teach-train you too tomorrow. Bout the world above and all the no-furs. Just in case."

"Am I not-not going with you-you?" Voch squeaked as Kekkan picked him up around the torso before setting him down again after poking his feet more apart with his tail. The bigger rat shaking his head as he picked up his dropped training blade again.

"Not-not all the time. Chief has a special mission-task for you and Enket," he shrugged. "I don't know the specific task. I'm sure-hope at least Enket will know." Voch slowly nodding as he tried to keep that in his head before he squeaked and quickly raised his shield upward and to the right to clunk against the blade Kekkan swung at a slightly brisk speed toward him. "Good-good!"

"And you-you?" Kekk growling and hissing as he raised back the blade and swung again much harder. Voch managing to get the wooden shield in the way but having to take a few steps back to keep from being knocked over.

"Me-me will be with Warlord-Master Longtooth. Brute without care. Disgusting-terrible!" Stomping a foot on the ground at his own inner rage building as Voch stayed where he had stopped before Kekk smacked the flat of the blade into his other palm. "Come-come Voch! Time is not on our side." Voch quickly moving back into position, not looking forward to how his arms would feel tomorrow, as they resumed the training. Many other Gilm around them doing the same kind of close combat training or working on sling training. Though not many of the orange rats in the room seemed excited about the mission. The feeling in the room was more that of dread.



Skeek Morning
Sneke was feeling the pressure as well as he was in his clans own records room. Much smaller than Gilm's though he would never admit that. He was trying to do what he could to look up both Bretonnia and Haskir Longtooth. It was not going that well. The records were more of a secondary thing to Skeek as they tried to be there more for assassination and spying. Why hadn't he sent someone else to the meeting to spy!? His claws starting to grip the records he had managed to gather before he let out a breath and lessoned his hold. He was Clan-Master. He could do this.

"Slave-scum! Hurry up!" Well 'he' could do it. The slaves around also trying to look through the records working as fast as they could to try and find worthwhile information. But Sneke had lost his two best rats to Kritch and Mormel. So was working at a much lower capacity than he normally would be. "You-you!" Pointing a claw, that with a flick had his punch dagger adding emphasis to the point, at a slave who currently had their paws empty. "Go and make sure the Runner-rats are doing their train-stabbing!" The slave really didn't look like he wanted to do that - as he was likely to become a blade testing dummy - but Snekes tail rising up holding a throwing star made him quickly bow and scamper backwards out of the room. The Skeek warren was very similar to Gilms right now. Full of dread about the coming mission as everyone tried to prepare for the unknown.

And that dread made the Skaven inside the record room not pay any extra attention to the one of them who's tail was not kinking. And the fear musk from everyone else hid the fact that he was not adding to the smell. The brown rat scanning through the reports the same as the others but also keeping an ear in the direction of Sneke. He was pleased that he hadn't caught anything from Haplan yesterday so he could continue the work needed of him today. His Masters were very clear about his tasks. And it made it much simpler when the small slave would whimper and hand the report he was reading to another slave next to him. "This-this should help!" Hed squeak. And as expected the other slave would snatch it and hop to his feet. Determined to be the one who would be rewarded for delivering the good information. Making the calm rat just return to looking through the reports and listen.

"Here-here Lord-Master!" The eager slave squeaked out as the report was snatched from his hands and scanned over. Before Sneke would look up and backhand the fool-idiot who was still standing there waiting for a reward.

"Back to look-searching! I don't need you to look over my shoulder!" It was unfortunate that Skeke had a studded gauntlet over his hand that had cracked into the slaves cheek and teeth. But his pain and complaints about that were not brought up as he tried to scrabble away before another strike came. Sneke looking over the report as he nodded to himself. It was indeed good information. About Haskir. But his smile was soon replaced by a glaring hiss as he checked the date. This document was almost two months old at this point. But it was something! He needed to take anything he could at this point as he slapped the document against the table with his hand before he got to reading.

The slave wasn't impressed with the display. But it was to be expected by a pretender. This was a good trial at least.

Sneke soon worked out to himself that this would not be good enough for his needs. Not only was the report fairly old but it only had basic information about Haskir, like his notable campaigns and his son-spawns. But almost nothing about him as a leader or what tactics he liked to employ. A chunk of his clan would be going on this mission. He needed to get them the best information he could so they could come back. Or then he would really be deep in the Hell Pits without any way out. Biting his lip as he tapped his fingers on the report before sighing and shutting his eyes. He knew who would have up to date information. Who would know what he needed about the Warlord. At least Word, thinking he's so clever with his fake name, was supposedly in the same position so should be more open to a deal when both of their clans could be on the line. His claws still tapping on the table before he slammed the desk again. Sitting here would not fix anything. Pride was not as important as his clan and position.

So off the chair he would hop as he flicked his cloak around to be fully behind him again. "Keep search-looking Slave-scum! I'll be back soon! I want Bread-man-thing information!" It was for the future of his clan. He could do this. And once he stormed past the calm slave that rat would vanish. Becoming his shadow as the other slaves tried to read as best they could in the light they had. Eager to prove they were the best word rat.


It was a short time after that Sneke was outside of his clans door and heading across the hall toward Gilm. Though he stopped and hummed to himself as he saw a green armored pie-bald march past him. Heading out toward the Marsh. Eyes scanning his waist to see that it was not a blade but a Gourger. Casting his mind back to the document before nodding to himself. "Chieftain Oluk!" He would half command half ask as the Piebald turned and tilted his head. Before the realization seemed to take place for both of them.

"Sneke - I was surprised that you were not in the meeting. Ahhh...I don't need to tell you-you that your officers were taken by the Seer-Masters."

"No you don't," Sneke managing to stop himself pulling a face, he had an image to maintain. "Was occupied. I am confident-proud that they will impress the Seer-Masters for them to return to me."

"One can hope-hope." Oluk said with a shrug before he gestured out toward the Marsh. "I have engineer-tinker rats to meet with for getting them prepared for tomorrow. I'll meet with you-you," looking up at the rock ceiling above. "Tomorrow after they leave. I'll have the general plan from Warlord Longtooth by then to inform you and Gilm about what is need-required of you." Sneke tilting his head inward a bit as he leaned forward. "And payment-tokens," making the clan leader return to a neutral standing position as he nodded.

"Very well-well. I have my clan-rats preparing now for general work. But specifics will help me-me make sure they will perform the best." Oluk just nodding as he turned and marched off once again. Sneke finally making a face at him before he gathered up his faculties and headed for Gilms door. Glad that none of his rats would see him crawl to their rivals for help.

Besides his shadow.

The rap on the large door resulted in no response. But Sneke half closed his eyes as he tried to filter out the general hubub of the Warren around him to listen toward the door.

'eek boss-rat!'

'Wa...-at do?!'

'Heal still...shit-fu...end for Chie!' Before running paws. Letting out his breath the assassin would step back and cross his arms in front of his chest to wait. It would not be long now. And sure enough the door would clank and groan as it was unlocked and opened about a fourth of the way as Word stood in the opening. He looked like hell-shit. And his mood looked to be around the same.

"What do you want-want Sneke?" He hissed around the bandages and herbs around his head. And missing a tooth. Damn those obligations! He would have loved to see Word get smashed in the face to have that happen to him! Before he stopped the smirk at his rivals discomfort and returned to a neutral stance. Rubbing it in would mean no help for him.

"Business-trade," Sneke would start with as Word seemed taken aback. As he should have been as this would be the first time Skeek had asked Gilm for anything like this. Normally it would just be theft on the job of coded journals. Sneke doing his best to just continue. To get it out so he wouldn't keep second guessing himself. "Both of our clan-forces will be sent along on Warlord Longtooths plan. I need to know about him to better prepare-ready my forces." Letting out a breath. "To work better with you rat-agents."

There was a silence between the two of them before the door opened a little more and a Skurvy rat poked his head out. Giving the Assassin a salute before glancing up at Word. "You uhhh...walk-scurried out here without me-me. Thats good-good recovery Chief!" It seemed to break the ice as Word then nodded.

"Very well-fine. I'll have one of my rats make an info packet for you." Word began with before adding. "And-and. If you are willing to pay extra - tomorrow we can talk-chitter about him." The piebald grimacing and reaching up to hold the left side of his face. "And...concern-worries I have."

"About much of our clan-clans being taken on mission-task. No longer here?" Sneke would deduce which just had Word nod. "I thought the same. Good-good. We'll work out something. For the future of both our rats and clans." Both bosses nodding at each other before Word stepped back and started to close the door. Before the Skurvy would toss a bottle at Sneke.

"For you-you Boss," he would squeak around the rapidly closing door. "For long-busy night!" Clonk, clack, rsssskt. The door being closed and locked again. Sneke glancing down at the bottle and humming as he turned with a swanky fwoosh of his black cloak before he started to walk back toward his own clan. With his accompanying shadow. The cork pulled out as Sneke wafted some of the smell toward his nose with his paw. Earthy, and warm. Hed have a slave try it first. But smelt pretty nice. If it turned out to be helpful he would need to remember that Skurvy rat. Add him to the don't stab-kill list. Perhaps abduct for recruitment.



Skaul (Mormel)
Speaking of abductions Snopl was currently having a very nice time! He had expected Mormels home to be just full of smoke and warpstone as well Skaul was known for drug peddling and not much else. But all that was around here was cushions and fine food! And wine! The Triad, unarmed, currently happily taking in a good amount of both of them as Mormel sat on a pillow pile about fifteen feet away watching him. Tapping his pipe against his teeth as he thought about what to do. Sure he had one Agent who he doubted he would even need to do much to mentally to make him eager to please. Even after the mission, if he survived, he would have a plant in Skeek. Excellent-good. But it was only one agent. He had Enket as well with one of his manacle too. So it was pretty clear that Snopl would be following Haskir on the little excursion. Let Mormel keep an eye on everything. But would Kritch also want to focus on the Warlord? Or would he send his new snack out to spy on Enket? A draft of the smoke sucked in as Mormel slowly let it out. Eyes glowing through the smoke as he kept pondering. And that was assuming that Kritch hadn't already eaten the other Skeek. Mormel wouldn't put it past him. He wasn't called The Maw for his winning smile. Greedy little upstart thinking that his bones and animated minions made him worthy of respect. Unnatural was what it was. Iz'ek was right.

The pipe back to tapping as the smoke filtered into the air.

And what about Kritch. Mormel knew that if their supposed alliance to get Vreekit under their influence went through he couldn't take his eyes off Kritch. Mormel was an honorable-good Skaven. Kritch was not. Even if the plan, that they still didn't have, went off perfectly the Warren would then be under the control of him and Kritch. With Worm being their puppet to please the Order. There had to be someone in the Order that put Worm there so Mormel wouldn't want the kid beheaded - so he wouldn't have a repercussion. But why? Perhaps for Worm to die? Perhaps as a trial? But...why? Another puff of smoke as the Seer crossed an arm over his chest and leaned forward slightly. It made no sense to him how Wormmind had gotten that position. Mormel knew he was an idiot-fool. Kritch even knew. He couldn't think of one of his fellow Chosen that didn't know the short-horn was barely able to touch the Warp. He knew the tenants and scripture well enough. Sure he had his man-thing spells that he actually seemed semi competent with but that wasn't natural either. Though that wasn't really something Mormel opposed. Not compared to Kritch. Hells Worms, Mormel squinting at the back of Snople - causing the Triad to flinch and start to turn, Red and Grey winds if he saw correctly could be very useful if he got good with them.

"Pfft," Mormel would mutter to himself, "Should have-thought to deal-pact with Worm, not Kritch."

"What was that Seer-Master?" Snople would ask as he wobbled on the bench and held a wine glass on his hand that he was gently swirling. Though it likely was not on purpose. "Do you need-require something of me?" There wasn't a response for awhile as Mormel kept looking at the floor as he took another puff from his pipe before uncrossing his arm and ringing the bell next to him. His lovely man and elf-thing slaves quickly arriving as Mormel stood up.

"Not yet. Get a clean from my wonderful-excellent Slaves. I have a meeting to plan." Snople looking at the two she-slaves through his held up wine glass as he gave a wobbly smile.

"Lady-females, hello." Quaffing down the remainder of that wine glass which to the blackfurs credit he did get it all into his mouth as he was helped off the bench and led away. He even placed the empty glass upright on the table. Mormel watching him go and nodding mostly to himself. At least unlike Enket Snople seemed to enjoy the female form. Which was good. And if he got too handsy with /his/ she-slaves he had let them know to remind Snople who the master was - just don't kill him. But Mormel would empty his pipe and return it to one of his large robe pockets. His wonderful book still close to hand before he turned and left the room. The finery of his abode melting away into the hard rock that it was all built into as the Seer soon found himself in what would pass as any other Skaven clan grounds. Where work was done rather than receiving guests, showing off, and sleeping in comfort.

The Skaul clanrats that were working to press and refine down the warpstone not looking up from their dangerous work to debase themselves before Mormel but it was acceptable. Mormel had told them to stop being so formal after one too many explosions. Product was more valuable than him being reminded he was the Seer. He knew that already. Though the Seer would take a detour from the drug production room. Past the rope weaving alcove, though grabbing a plain leather manacle from a barrel of them for later enchanting. Not moving down the downward tunnel towards the water way. Finally ending in a room of blinking lights and many switches. The goggles wearing Skryre hire looking from some welding he was doing before saluting Mormel. "Seer-Master! Greetings to your magnificence!" Mormel smiling at him before the clanrat continued. "Has something broken?"

"Not yet. I need to plan-schedule a meeting with another Seer." Bone riddled upstart. "Does Kritch Deeptaker have a Far Squeaker in his likely uncomfortable-stupid hovel?" The Engineer erring and ducking below the table before he pulled out a hefty book. Thunking it down on the table as he searched through the hundreds of numbers and names. Mormel meanwhile taking a short walk around the workshop. He of course knew what he told his Hire to make but it was nice to see progress being done. The Seer picking up a gauntlet with a clear gem on the back of the hand - nodding as he turned it over a few times. It was coming along excellently.

"He does Seer-Master," would be squeaked over the thrumm of machinery. "Shall I call-squeak him now?"

"Yes-yes. Deal-plans need to be made eventually." Mormel moving over to the speaker and antenna apparatus though standing a good ten feet away from it as the Engineer worked on punching in the proper numbers before he moved to its side to try and adjust the various dials and switches to make the Far-Squeaker work properly. And hopefully not explode. Mormel could ponder the entire situation later. If he waited too long they would have to wing whatever plan they could throw at the wall at the last minute. And that would make it far too easy for Kritch to try and betray him. Having a rough idea of anything would be better. Although...the option to turn this around and talk with Wormmind against Kritch was still on the table. Mormel nodding to himself as the Far-Sqeaker sparked and whirred. It would depend how this meeting went.



Undermoon (Kritch)
The other half of the scheme against Vreekit would be having semi similar thoughts to Mormel as he sat on his high throne idly flicking flakes of food off the tray in front of him. Not even wriggly food! So the mood was glum. Fist supporting his chin and his feet kicked in the air. Though his concerns were more about Mormel than Wormmind. Kritch didn't care much who or what got Vreekit where he was. He would be easy to beat down to the ground and explain the new deal to him. Better to have a weakling he can control than take an easy kill. A tasty meal for sure. And then have the worry of a more competent Seer taking Vreekits place. No no Kritch was concerned about Mormel. With the clearly obvious betrayal that the no-fur lover would undoubtedly try to pull as soon as Vreekit and his mute imbecile was swept aside. Kritch would need to be ready for the move he would make. But what would it be...

Scrazz carefully opening the door to Kritchs chamber to peak in as the chuckles of the Undermoon Stormvermin filtered past the opening. But pumpkin was deep in thought. So the massive rat closed the door again. He would pass along the update in a few minutes.

A small bone from the bird Kritch had devoured clattering and cracking as it fell down the ten feet to the floor from the tray as Kritch worked through possible avenues of attack. Glancing over at his Rival-Helm to see if they had any input on occasion. The no-fur could try to zap-zap him. Likely in the back. Something powerful and nearly impossible to miss as such close range. Kritch looking over at his staff as he made a mental note to recheck it for cracks. And he could try to wear some more insulating sandals. Try to minimize the chance that one shock would be his end. So that's one avenue. The no-fur could try to stab him. Do things the old fashioned way. That could be countered with some armor under his robes in addition to the normal padding he would wear. But no metal. No-no. That would run counter to trying to stop the zap-zap. The Seers mouth shifting side to side as he looked over at his skull hat. Which blinked through one eye and shone a green light over a pile of Cotton that Undermoon had recently seized from a Halfling caravan. "Good anti-zap-zap?" Kritch would humm to himself as he eyed the material. He could test that. It would look odd compared to his normal robe. But if he made it thicker. Especially around the chest and back that could help shield him from stabs and zaps. He would get some of his slaves on that shortly. The sooner they started to work the better.

Scrazz peaking his head in again and smiling as Kritch looked over to notice he was there. The Seer holding up his arms for uppy as he was soon snuggled into the arms of his favorite Warlord. "Morning Pumpkin. Did you sleep-rest well?" Kritch nodding as he opened his paws a little as a few sparks passed between them.

"Yes-yes. Time to think about the betrayal Wehmel will try once we get Worm-shit under foot-paw."

"Very good-good! You will easily overcome both of them sweetie." The rats gently booping their noses together before Kritch spoke up again.

"How goes the condition-training?" Scrazz turning toward the door with a big smile.

"He is ready for you-you! And will be happy to please you, as all should." Kritchs zaps stopping as he clapped his paws together. How wonderful! A new minion soon for him. And a snack later on. Exiting the personal chambers the two would soon come upon four Stormvermin who were currently holding Snlle down to the floor under a footpaw each. The former second in command of Skeek barely twitching as he had been bullied all night by a roatating shift of Kritchs vermin. And now in comes the good cop. With a wave of his hand the Stormvermin dispersed and Kritch was placed on the ground. Moving over to Snlles side as he crouched down and pulled out a specially made bundle. A combination of man-thing meat dusted with a small amount of warpstone. Just for that added kick and desire.

"Shhhh, its ok-fine Snlle. Here. I will help feed you." Kritch would say in a whisper as the brown fur shakily raised his head. Nose wriggling at the smell of food before Kritch slowly fed it to him. "There we go." Kritches other hand softly glowing green as he placed it between Snlles ears as Snlles eyes would slowly close and roll backwards as he finished the last of his snack. "Shhhh." Kritch would add with gentle head pats. "Rest now. But remember your new best-nicest master." Snlle mumbling something along the lines of 'nice-best' before he flopped asleep. Kritch soon back on his feet as he nodded matter of factly. "Good-good, take him to a sleeping-hole. Another two days of that and he'll be ready." The Stormvermin nodding as scooping up the Skeek rat and walking off carrying him between them. A process many of them had seen before, and had done to them before, and to them was both normal and required. Kritch was the best-nicest Seer after all to serve. And none of them thought any differently! Even being chosen to feed him was the end goal for many of them! Kritch nodding to himself as he looked back at Scrazz - his best result of his mind bending for sure - before they was a dinging of a bell.

"Ah I meant to tell-tell you honey that Mormel does have a Far-squeaker. I was going to tell you after you dealt with your new minion-snack. I believe-think that is him calling now." Kritchs smile turning into a frown as he sighed and scuffed a footpaw against the ground. Well that just killed the whole mood really. Before he grumbled and started to move toward the dinging bell.

"Fine-fine. Need to play along for now. Wehmel-stupid needs to at least show up before he tries to betray-stab me." Pointing back into his room for Scrazz to get his helmet as he moved down a few hallways toward where some slaves were working on calibrating the Far-Squeaker to accept the call. And Scrazz got back just in time for Kritch to slip his helmet on and receive the call. Even though the Far-Squeaker had no visual component Kritch wasn't taking any chances. With the more static large versions of the devices you never knew what Skryre would slip in as a 'fun-engaging bonus!'.

"Clan Skaul," a squeaky voice would tumble out of the speaker. "Calling Clan Undermoon. Receive-understand?"

"Clan Undermoon receive-understand." One of Kritchs slaves would respond as he tried to look over a large book next to him for the proper responses as he held two levers down. "Transfer-moving to Best-grandest Seer-Master Kritch Deeptaker. Ravenous Maw, Summoner extraordinaire, and Comfort King!" Before the Slave would pull the mouth piece of its rest and move over to Kritch to hold it about eight feet from him. For safety.

"Mormel," Kritch spoke as clearly as he could. "You listen-hearing?"

"I am," it was impressive to Kritch how he could indeed tell it was Wehmel. Good job Skryre. "I am call-squeaking to see if your grand-big mind has devised any plan-scheme for how we will deal with you-know-who." Cant be too sure who was listening, good-good. Though Kritch would narrow his green eyes at the speaker. Wehmel was testing Kritch to see if he had a plan. So he could then suggest a better one to prove he was better. Stupid no-fur wasn't going to get one over on him that easily!

"A few options for sure. But you-you surely have the more devious-best plan. Most of mine involve just," a burp for emphasis. "Getting you-know-who gone-eaten!" Mormel on the other end of the connection pulling a face but managing to reply promptly.

"That should be a last-final plan. We both know you-know-who is a fool-idiot. Some-rat must have put them there as they could not have done so alone." Pfft, then that big-strong Seer would be the real meal after the appetizer! Honestly Wehmel was so stupid! But he would go well with a nice grilled-hot cheese. A triple course meal. Yeeees that would be just lovely. So much new power for Kritch not only from the devoured Seers but also the new command positions he could fill. Yes-yes! "Kritch?"

"Huh? Oh yes-yes. Good concern-worry." Was about all Kritch could manage as he tried to get back on task. He needed to say something clever to make himself look better. Scanning around the room before he looked over at Scrazz who held up a normal sword before making a swirling motion with his other hand at his temple. Ah yes! The Longtooth-brute! "My concern-worry is about Lon...ahh..." Tapping his nose before continuing. "Big-mad-mad and their spawn. One spawn will likely be left-given to you-know-who to protect him."

"I agree. My guess is the simple-dumb one. Two metal-strong walls between us-us and you-know-who. And the location of you-know-who is also unknown. May be dangerous to just zap-zap." Potentially too small for Scrazz too. That wasn't something Kritch has considered as he hummmed to himself. But he did have an ongoing scheme-plan for that.

"I have small-eyes looking around Warren. And son-spawn will reveal as well."

"I do as well." Mormel would quickly cut in. Kritch giving the mouth piece a rather rude gesture for interrupting him before he continued on the thought he was on.

"The boat-slaves will leave tomorrow. We-we should watch them go. Learn what small-eyes saw. And talk-chitter more privately."

"Good-good. Will talk-chitter then." A sickly whine noise coming from the devices as the connection was stopped. Both Seers glaring at the speaker and giving it several choice words before both realized that no actual plan had been decided on. The nearest none important slave to both soon writhing on the ground in pain as they both worked it out. Its not like they were going to call each other GHR no! That would be admitting they forgot something - they would work it out tomorrow. Or maybe they would not and would have to wing it. Have to trust each other to not ruin it. Like that would ever happen! Those slaves spasming more as the Seers worked that out too.



Koroc/Gritus/Oluk
Speaking of the boat-slaves they were making good progress on their assigned tasks. Koroc, and Jesop, were currently on the edges of the Marsh near Skavenblight itself. Working in teams to modify the large barges that were common place in the Marsh itself for the collection of food and the transport of slaves. But in addition to this Jesops outriggers and benches were also being made. It would be a tight schedule to make it all ready in a days time. And Koroc knew that. In fact there was a lot of the clan currently just sat around resting and watching as they chewed on foul rations. But they were the night shift. They needed fresh paws all throughout the rest of the day they had and the night to be ready to go by around midday.

"Midday yes-yes Oluk?" Jesop would question the large rat who was currently standing with his back to the nail master as Oluk was watching the grounds closer to Skavenblight. Where it was more firm and Poxxa could be hear bellowing orders over the oar slaves that were sat on the logs that had not been dragged to the dry dock yet. It was a new form they had to learn quick how to row sat down rather than standing up where they could put their crooked backs into it but they did seem to be learning fast.

"Yes Midday. You and Poxxa are very efficient-good." Scoffing to himself in his green helmet as he breathed in the marshes odors. "Rowing to their own doom - poetic-funny in a way."

"Sure is. But that's what they get-deserve for ending up on the Slave stages. And better than losing useful-skilled hands."

"True-true. You are certain-sure that these barges can withstand a round trip sea voyage?" Oluk asked as he turned back to watch the barges being added to. More wood up higher was concerning - he thought at least. To his limited nautical experiences these were just for shallow water with little to no current. And once they were successful and loaded with loot losing it all and drowning when one capsized was not something he wanted to have happen.

"Normally no-no." Oluk sucking in a breath as he rounded on Jesop. A paw already going to his Gouger before Jesop waved his paws at the larger piebald rat. "Wow-wow! You didn't let me finish!" The Chief narrowing his eyes before returning to a neutral position as Jesop pointed at the outriggers and then the slaves with their oars. "Without a keel-bottom, as we can't get out of the Marsh with one, the oars and on the return trip the outriggers and the oars will keep us upright. Otherwise we would very likely turn-flip over in the waves and currents. Even when weighed down by bodies."

"Bodies in armor. Not good swimming attire."

"Well then I hope you balance-coordinate as well as you fight then." Oluk still with the narrowed eyes as he considered backhanding the smarmy nail master before he let out a breath and opened out his hand again. Be better than father-boss. Gain contacts not killers.

"We will be. And with you-you and many of your other rats for orders?"

"Yes-yes. I will make-shout the orders as clear as I can to keep us level."

"As will I," both Jesop and Oluks tails flicking in surprise at Poxxa suddenly being between them. The whip-rat nodding at the two of them as he mmm-ed at Oluks large strong arms. "You-you will make the boats go quick-fast I'm sure." Contacts - not killers. Flattery was for his brothers, not him.

"We will. Many strong-fast warriors to return victoriously."

"Although Chieftain Bigtooth," Poxxa would humm as he tossed the handle of his whip from hand to hand idly. "More could always be done. We don't really have Zap-Engineers in the Warren. The magic-stone ones. Does Mange have any of them on staff?"

"Very few - and on loan-borrow. Why?" Poxxa glancing at Jesop and nodding as the Koroc rat half turned and gestured at the barges being built.

"Stability I'm not worry-concerned about really. But beyond slings and the killers in board defense-guns we don't have many. I have modified the designs to have platforms for weapon-fire teams. And places for whip-orders to be shouted from. But would have no rats to man defensively." That made good sense to Oluk. Especially if the man-bread-things were able to recover quick enough once they made their escape to mount up and give chase. They would not be loaded down with booty. Oluk starting to tap his namesake teeth as he nodded.

"I'll order-buy some more for the barges. Can never have too many Ratling guns." Both masters nodding enthusiastically as Oluk spoke the truth there! And them having more defenses agreed too that easily was one worry off their minds. "And-and," hed add. "Would keep the oar-slaves from getting back on." The Masters giving a double thumbs up at this before Poxxa spoke up again.

"Do you have many-any Engineers who will be joining you-you on the raid team?" Oluk scratching his neck as he let out a breath, trying to skim through the rough warrior list he had seen for the Mange operation in his mind and then shaking his head.

"With most of them better-smarter to have on the barges - where they don't need to carry-drag their weapons. No." Both Masters nodding before Poxxa gave a suggestion.

"Why not Firecrest?"

"What? The loner-shut-in?" Oluk incredulously scoffed at the suggestion before he took a more neutral stance. He was well regarded even if mostly everyone, including himself, thought that Firecrest thought he was too good for normal Skaven living.

"Yes."

"Would do him well-good to do more group work." Oluk glanced between the two of them as he thought about that. They had both clearly discussed this before to be so in sync with their suggestion. All he could think was what Tweek had done to piss off these two so much they were trying to volunteer him for a mission like this. But that was a concern for later as Bigtooth clanged a fist against his armor.

"A good-fine suggestion. I'll get weapon-fire teams to arrive in the morning. And visit Firecrest for his attachment to the raiding team." Both Jesop and Poxxa nodding and moving aside to let Oluk move past. The Mange keeping his head pointing forward as there was a flesh on flesh slap behind him. Either one had struck the other or they were congratulation each other on a job well done. And now Oluk was more curious than ever to figure out what the Engineer had done to them.



Vreekit/Racko/Haplan
He wasn't pacing again. That was good. Though the fidgeting of his hands still betrayed his uncertainty about the future. Racko shaking his head as he reached out to take Vreekits paws and laid them flat on the table. Before standing tall and proud at the Seers side. Worm nodding and trying to keep his hands flat as he tried to sit up straighter. His horns clacking against the back of the high chair but it did help keep his head level. Good enough. One of the minions had let them know Haplan was making his slow way here so they needed to be ready. Show a good united front that seemed worthy of joining. Better than the unorganized Seer team. Racko hoped at least. The door at the far end being given two quick knocks to let the two inside know that the Brother was almost here.

"Racko?" The Guard tilting his head as he retrieved his long axe from the side of the table before standing with it in both hands at Vreekits side. To look good and official. "Should I try-hope to have Haplan help us-us? Or just not help the other two?" Racko taking a bit to reply before holding up two fingers. It was going to be much easier to just have the censer-bearer sit out the little battle that was going to happen. Well unless Krich and Mormel decided to fight each other because they couldn't decide on a plan. That would make it all good and simple. Racko doing a last check on his slightly glowing green etched bracers before standing tall and stoic. A pillar to support his Seer.

A good contrast to Vreekit who kept his hands still but Racko could see his tail swaying out the corner of his eyes. But Racko was confident. Vreekit was good at talking. He could do this. Give the snickerers less to snicker about.

The door creaking open with a wrenching cough from the Stormvermin who was manning the door followed by a rasping chuckle. "Oh come on now-now!" Haplans voice filtered around the slightly open door. "Didn't even touch-bless you yet. You are welcome-anointed by the way." A hork and clatter heard before Haplan opened the door himself and stepped inside. Not closing it. Vreekits tail kinking in fear as Haplan looked much worse than he had seen him the day before. More rancid. Racko just nodding at the Good Brother. Recently returned from a Pestilins prayer session it seems. Looks like it had been an all nighter. Thank the Great Horned One this table was long as Racko kicked the chair Vreekit was sitting in gently. Making the Seer jolt upright before he finally opened his mouth.

"Good-Brother Haplan! Welcome-welcome to my Warren-Master chamber! Please," a sweep of one of his arms at the chair on the far end of the table. "Sit." The candles on his staff that was locked in the chair popping into life as well. Good practice. Racko nodding slightly. So far so good. Though it was unfortunate for both him and Vreekit when Haplan hooked the chair with his staff before pulling it further along the table to sit himself down much closer. The smell was...devastating. Though the monk was just all smiles as he settled himself down.

"It is a nice-quaint chamber for sure. Much less decorated than the previous Seers room. Still getting settled in are we-we?"

"Err..." Wormmind brain having a bit of a scramble from the stench before he thankfully seemed to recover enough. "Yes-yes. Only recently earned after all. Can't install a full bell on day one right-correct?" A bit of a humor good. Something Haplan should appreciate. And it seems like he did as he thumped his staff against the ground with a smile.

"Right-right. But you didn't ask-summon me here for decorating tips. So," leaning back some with a creak of bones. "Worried-concerned are we? Think-worrying about two Seers and myself blasting down your door-home to kill-kill you?" Right out the gate. But Haplan wasn't an idiot. You were never summoned to a Seers presence for anything less than a life or death situation. Racko keeping his eyes forward but glad to see that Vreekit didn't recoil backwards. But his hands did clench in front of him. Stay calm Worm it was only a third party and before the other Seers would dare to make a move with most of the Warren still here.

Vreekit letting out a breath as he ran two paths through his head. Lie, have Haplan easily see through it, lose respect. Be truthful, be seen as weak, Haplan respect honesty? A quick glace at the still open door, which had the legs of his Stormvermin strew horizontally across the floor perhaps dead, so hopefully no-one else would hear this. Before he looked back at Haplan and nodded. Going with number two again. "Yes-yes." Its not like Haplan didn't already know he wasn't highly placed on the Seer Leaderboard. Racko glancing at his side as he didn't seem to expect Worm to say that. Before looking ahead again. Now the guard was curious to see where this went. "Though I am surprised that you would agree-wish to work with Kritch and Mormel. Neither clans seem like they would help-respect you that much."

Haplan still with his smile as he shrugged. "Ah I see-see. You are still thinking in terms of plot-schemes and rewards. But you are still young, you as well Racko." Racko making a kind of ehhhh face as he relaxed slightly. Haplan was anything but normal and this was interesting to him now. "To me-me. This is not about who is in charge. Who lead-orders. All three of you Seers could do an equally fine-good job with it." Worm leaning back a bit, horns clacking again, as he pointed at himself. "You are a Seer-chosen Vreekit so yes-yes you are in that count. But to me-me. This is just something to do-see. Something to keep me moving forward." Worm erring as he seemed a little confused. But Haplan seemed happy to continue. "Your labyrinth-trial, your order, my order-faith. These keep you getting up-up yes? Keep you from laying down to die-die. To go to our Grand Father-creator. I have seen-done so much Vreekit. I have very little left." But despite this he kept smiling. "So this situation-plot. Its something to keep me-me going a bit longer. I don't care a kits tooth who sits in your chair-throne. But it being in question. Thats interesting-fun is it not?"

The Seers fingers were now drumming on the table a little as he tried to parse that. "So-so...before this scheme-plot. What did keep you going Brother?" Haplan fishing around in his robes before he pulled out a moldy looking book. A page or two falling out as he did so but he didn't seem to mind.

"Tale-stories. Seeing the world through them and out beyond the mountains. Remembering my early-life. Battlefields and booty. Seeing what scheme-plots others think is worth concern. What is important to them. Kritch and Mormel, good rat-men, hate each other. And yet you-you young Vreekit made them both, in one day, agree to work together." His staff thumping the ground again. "Interesting-fun!" And after adding in a chuckle. "And Longtooth and his son-spawns. They add even more to this situation-scheme. So much to view and take in!" The book being slipped back into his robe as he shrugged. "If you would prefer-like. I can sit at the sidelines if Kritch and Mormel can muster-gather enough to show up here."

"Would you-you?" Another chuckle.

"Less chance of me die-dying before I get to see how this ends? Of course-course." Nodding at Racko as the Monk seemed to be starting to get up. "Besides. Three winds against only one-one. Not too fair-equal is it? Too quick. Less fun show." And on his feet again Haplan started to limp his way toward the door. Worm blinking at the sudden turn as he looked over at Racko who shrugged. He hadn't expected that either.

"Ah...Brother Haplan?" The monk turning to look back at Vreekit as the Seer stood up from his chair. Before it seemed like the youth didn't know what to say before he finally smiled himself and found the words. "Thank-thank you."

"No problem-issue young Seer! Good-push words cost nothing after all. Keep up the good winds!" A creaky bow before Haplan limped his way out of the room. Still leaving the door open. Like he was born in a barn! Which he may well have been!

Vreekit sitting back down as he laced his fingers together and rested them under his chin. Interesting was better than being a failure. A show was better than a disappointment. So really...yeah that was nice. And Haplan said he wouldn't join the attempted assassination plot of him? So extra good. Racko tapping the butt of his axe on the ground in rhythm as he thought about that too. It was indeed an interesting reveal. And Haplan had been very forth coming about a lot of it. Had no-one asked him those questions before? Frowning at that potential truth he looked down at a smiling Worm before grunting and pointing at his front teeth.

"Oh..," the Seers smile gone. "The Tooth-Spawn. Right." They were not out of the swamp on this situation yet. And Racko had a feeling that Haskir would throw a wrench into it soon. So both would get up. Vreekit skittering over to grab those fallen pages out of curiosity while Racko moved to the open door. Wormmind surprised to see that the pages bore the clan-marks of both Skeek and Gilm. Perhaps Haplan liked to see the two ways the clans wrote about similar things? The Seer gripping both pages tightly as he nodded to himself, these were his clans, he would keep it that way. For Haplan and himself-self! Both pages quickly fwooshing into a small burst of flame that the Seer breathed over them and his hands before he slid his arms back into his robe. Still with much to think about. Meanwhile Racko was checking the pulse of the Stormvermin and nodding that he was still alive. Gnawing on his bracers to make them glow slightly before he used them to scrape off the gift Haplan had left on the Stormies snout. He needed to be awake and ready when the time came. No time for sick leave here. Before the Storm was dragged back into the room so he could recover before Racko clanged his axe against his shield. Waiting for another Storm to come and take his place as the Guard nodded before shutting the door. Turning back to see Vreekit slowly turning in a circle with his left hand holding his right wrist. Right hand open and taut pointed diagonally at the ground as wispy smoke starting to rise around him as the Seer tried to focus. Causing Racko to smile. Seems like Vreekit was keen on making himself interesting. And returned to his training even without Racko prompting him by closing his study book. Good.



Mange
Back at the Tooth HQ the situation was more clang-y and screams. Though that was very common around here. Oluk was still out so Nammer and Kell would have to take the best-sons spot. And both were doing adequately at it. Even as Kell stumbled backwards and tripped over Nammer where he had been thrown before. Haskir just grunting as he tossed his blade from hand to hand. Still without his shield.

"Good-good. Take rest-time. Then we resume." Both sons nodding as they worked on untangling themselves and getting up. An unfortunate Slave standing to the side with two mostly clean towels that the two took with their heads dipping forward. The Slave managing to just barely catch both helmets in his arms as he stood ready for when the two were done. The piebald Chiefs wiping and tapping at their faces and exposed parts of their fur from their armor as Nammer would glance at his father-boss. He looked more contemplative than angry. And that was never a good sign. Kell following his brothers eyes and seemingly seeing the same. Anger they could deal with. Uncertainty was a worst beast.

"Dad-dad?" Kell slowly drawled out. "What think-think?" Well at least Nammer could momentarily avoid those eyes as he took a half step to the side.

"About those Seer-Scum and our agreement-plan." Haskir grunted out as he held up his blade to look at the patterns and shifting images on it. Were he a simpler rat it would easily keep him enthralled for hours. But the blade would be swooshed down to his side as he looked back at Kell. "You-you will keep the /boy/ alive."

"Me-me dad-dad?" A few blinks. "But you-you want Worm-tail dead-dead?" Nammer taking another half step to the side which he tried to hide by doing a stretch of his leg. Hoping he was out of the line of fire. Just in case. Though dad-boss seemed in a good mood as he simply nodded.

"I do. Want his stupid-small horns on my...left shoulder I think." Sweeping the sparking blade over that shoulder. Currently just a normal chunk of green metal armor. But with the Horns of a Seer, even a weakling, that would really tie the whole thing together. "But-but. He needs to be alive until I come back Kell." Explaining it clearly for his youngest son. See? He did care. Well until he snapped out his none sword hand to punch into Nammers chest. Sending the Chief coughing and onto his back. Well cared situationally. "Don't skitter-hide from me Nammer," Haskir hissed before he turned back to Kell. Who barely reacted. Like a good strong son should. "I need him alive for now-now. So the clans are easier to order-command and for this to start. But after than his use will be gone. Then he will die-die." A smirk on his face. "Mange will serve as a better Warren-Master than the Seer-Scum. Any of them." Punching his sword holding fist into his other hand. "The no-fur lover Mormel, and the fat-ass Kritch. They will die-die as well yes-yes. All Seer-Scum in time shall die-die!" The sword swung high to be pointed at the ceiling as it sparkled and dripped purple over its crossguard. Haskirs eyes shifting purple as well, just for a moment, before back to red as he spun and slashed to the side. The blade back at his side as he nodded. "Got that Kell?"

Kell glancing down at the blood that had splashed onto his green armored foot before he looked up at his father and nodding. The headless slave still death gripping the two helmets as he lay on his back. "Yes-yes Dad-boss. Keep Worm-tail alive." Squinting a little. "Stop Worm-tail die unless you-you?" Kell clapped on the shoulder as Haskir nodded.

"Good-good. Now. Helmets back on. Back to train-fight." Nammer back on his feet by now as with a few cracks of fingers and arms both he and Kell yanked the helmets from the dead slaves arms before returning them to their heads. Weapons up again as they took up their positions. Haskir had to make this training good. Kell would likely be fighting Mormel and Kritch at once at least. Those Seers gave up far too easily to just let Worm keep his position. Scum-scum! Kell soon given some lightly glowing green bracers of his own as Haskir sheathed his blade to pull out a tiny Skryre warp canon. He would need to know how to hold his arms to defend against this. Nammer soon crumpled in a heap after he tried to avoid putting on the gauntlets for training. Fool-idiot would be punished later.

Kell was a good boy. He put on the Gauntlets without question and stood facing down the barrel immediately.


Continued in part two;
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