>>3953786
“I already said it,” you grumble, annoyed that your small audience couldn’t keep up with what to you is relatively simple information. “You cannot catch yōma. It isn’t a cold. And when someone comes into incidental contact with a yōma, killing them is not the answer.”

“So I was stunned yesterday when I learned that killing people for even being remotely involved with a yōma is actually a practice around here.”

“The people are looking after their own communities,” one priest tries to protest.

“The people are murdering one another needlessly,” you snap. “Say what you will about it, but that’s the truth. And I need your help in changing that.”

Father Vincent has listened quietly the whole time you spoke, and even held his tongue when his colleagues spoke out. Now he chooses to respond.

“It is clear what our faith demands that we do,” he declares. “The people look to the church for guidance, and so we are the ones in the best position to correct this problem.”

“The Inquisition would have us deny this witch and her words,” one of the other priests observes. “And yet you would have us heed her?”

Father Vincent nods resolutely. “This woman has probably dispatched more yōma than any of us will ever see.”

“The scriptures call on us to defend that which must be defended,” the other priest observes.

“Brother,” Father Vincent counters. “The scriptures also tell us to exalt those who are pure of heart.”

“Is she though?” another priest mutters. “Does the Organization not take payment?”

>My comrades and I ask only what we need, and what we need is less than most.
>No half-blood warrior collects pay. Even among the Organization that is not our way.
>Irrelevant. What matters now is preventing needless loss of human life.
>Other?

>>3953806
>>No half-blood warrior collects pay. Even among the Organization that is not our way.
>Many of us were made orphans by the very monsters we now hunt.

>>3953806
>>No half-blood warrior collects pay. Even among the Organization that is not our way.

>>3953806
>No half-blood warrior collects pay. Even among the Organization that is not our way.

>>3953806
>>No half-blood warrior collects pay. Even among the Organization that is not our way.

>>3953806
>No half-blood warrior collects pay. Even among the Organization that is not our way.

>>3953806
>3d10, best of three

Rolled 7, 10, 1 = 18 (3d10)

>>3954843

Rolled 2, 9, 2 = 13 (3d10)

>>3954843

Rolled 10, 5, 1 = 16 (3d10)

>>3954843

>>3954843
“We half-blood warriors never collect payment,” you observe sternly. “Most of my fellow warriors would struggle to tell you what our services even cost.”

“But you know?”

You nod. “I learned recently, yes. That is part of why my closest companions and I have been taking jobs in secret, without pay.”

“And that is supposed to make up for everything else?”

“Are we even having the same discussion right now?” Father Vincent wonders aloud.

Another of the priests is quick to object. “If we are not, it is only because you have fallen for this… this tainted woman’s twisted words!”

“What words did I twist?” you wonder aloud. “I think I’ve been extraordinarily open and patient with you all.”

“I cannot make this determination alone,” Father Vincent declares. “You have all now heard this Claymore’s account, and you have my opinion on the matter.”

A small box goes around the room, and each priest secretly deposits a token into it with a faint clink. You gather that they’re now voting on whether to do as you requested or not, with the intention being that the final tally will constitute a binding ecumenical decision. The box eventually returns to Father Vincent’s hands, and he places his own token into the box before opening it and sorting its contents.

He forms two stacks on a low table at the front of the hall, counting the tokens as he sorts them. In the end there are twelve tokens in brighly-shining gold, and seven struck from a black patinated alloy.
>1/2

>>3955006
“The final votes are twelve in favor, seven against,” Father Vincent declares. “Father Aberlour, have you something to say?”

“I do,” the most vocal of your doubters declares. “It is our solemn duty as priests of the Church of the Twin Goddesses to see to the spiritual purity of our cohort. In making this decision we are failing in that duty, there is nothing more to be said of the matter.”

“I shall respond for the majority,” Father Vincent answers. “In our role as advisors to the general public, we are increasingly called upon to look after not only the spiritual well-being of our people, but their general well-being as well. Accordingly, when we are confronted with evidence presented by a dedicated yōma-exterminator on the lack of efficacy of a common countermeasure against yōma, we are obliged to listen. Doubly so when her motive is to prevent the needless loss of life.”

“This council has made the correct decision. I trust you all to honor that decision.”

>Thank Father Vincent for his time.
>Thank the council for their cooperation.
>Remain silent.
>Other?

>>3955012
>Thank the council for their cooperation.

>>3955012
>>Thank the council for their cooperation.

>>3955012
I can sense a schism growing in the Church council. 12 for, 7 against. 5 of them might be swing voters, but the 7 who are against will likely seek Inquisition aid.

>>3955012
>Thank the council for their cooperation.
>>Remain silent.

>>3955012
>Thank the council for their cooperation.

>>3955012
>>Thank the council for their cooperation.

>>3955012
>>Thank the council for their cooperation.

>>3955012
>Other?
Offer to speak to anyone and answer any questions to the best of our ability if they have any doubts or lingering thoughts.

>>3955012
“Thank you all for your cooperation,” you bow, but no further than could be considered polite. “I know many of you don’t trust me, but since this isn’t about me that’s fine. This council has voted to do the right thing for the people of our homeland, and that is what matters.”

The various council members file out of the building, some glaring at you as they pass, others glaring at each other, until only two remain: Father Vincent, and one other. The other man is tall, with a cleanly-shaved head and one milky-blind eye. He looks at you from his good eye for a few seconds before speaking.

“I voted black,” he tells you, “meaning I voted against your suggestion.”

You pause for a moment. “Okay?”

“I wanted to explain to you my reasons for doing so,” he continues. “The reason was that I have never heard of a Claymore going against their Organization’s wishes, and so I thought you to be suspicious. Not because the Inquisition has any sway with me.”

“Normally, you’d be right,” you admit. “However the situation isn’t normal, particularly given the emergence of the Inquisition. They’ve even gone so far as to frame one of our top-ranking warriors for killing a human, just so that the Organization would try to have her executed.”

“And the Organization followed through on that?”

You shake your head. “They tried and failed.”

“And this Claymore, she is a friend of yours?”

“And one of the most valuable warriors in the Organization,” you add. “Or rather she was, until they drove her out of it.”

“And so this is the reason why you are acting without the Organization’s oversight?” the priest muses.

>Yes. Their willingness to throw her life away shook my faith in them.
>All of us who are acting in this way have experienced similar betrayal.
>Not entirely. We also disagree with some of the Organization’s policies.
>Other?

>>3958287
>>Not entirely. We also disagree with some of the Organization’s policies.

>>3958287
>Not entirely. We also disagree with some of the Organization’s policies.

>>3958287
>All of us who are acting in this way have experienced similar betrayal.
> We also disagree with some of the Organization’s policies

>>3958287
>>Not entirely. We also disagree with some of the Organization’s policies.
>All of us who are acting in this way have experienced similar betrayal.

>>3958287
>Not entirely. We also disagree with some of the Organization’s policies.
>Claymores are intentionally kept almost entirely in the dark, blind to the organization's dark secrets. I have found that most claymores are good people, and i believe that if they knew what i now know, many would choose to defect.

>>3958463
>>3958287
this

>>3958287
>>3958463
This

>>3958287
>>3958463
This

>>3958463
Support

>Am the exhaustion and still need to walk home in the rain
>will update again tomorrow morning

>>3958287
“That’s not entirely accurate,” you admit, shutting your eyes in thought. “Those of us who have taken to acting independently also disagree with some of the Organization’s internal policies in a broader sense, specifically the way they keep us almost entirely in the dark about how they operate behind the scenes. Most of us go to our graves never knowing a thing about the war we gave our lives to fight.”

“Warriors can all be strikingly different, and some are left warped by what we’ve experienced. That is definitely true. But many of us are good people, trying to fight as best we can for the right reasons.”

“I think I understand better now,” the priest inclines his head politely. “It is because what you believe is ‘right’ conflicts with the Organization that you seem almost rebellious towards them, not because of any one thing that they have done to earn your ire?”

You shake your head. “Like I said though, that’s not the only reason. The proximal reason is still the way our Second-ranked warrior was treated by the Organization. That was the moment when many of us began to realize how out of step our convictions were from the Organization’s expectations.”

“Then consider my vote a mistake,” the priest offers. “I will gladly abide by the decision of the council, though I must warn you… not all those who voted as I did are quite so open to being convinced.”

>Thank the priest for his open-mindedness.
>Ask if he belies the Inquisition will become a threat.
>Ask him how he feels about the Inquisition personally.
>Other?

>>3960285
>Thank the priest for his open-mindedness.
>Ask him how he feels about the Inquisition personally.

>>3960285
>Thank the priest for his open-mindedness.

>>3960296
>>3960285
supporting this, iirc he mentioned that the inquisition has no sway over him or his decision, but it would be interesting to know the influence the inquisition has in the churches

>>3960285
Supporting >>3960296

>>3960285
>Thank the priest for his open-mindedness.

>>3960285
>Thank him
>Ask opinion on inquisition

>>3960285
>Ask if he belies the Inquisition will become a threat.
>Ask him how he feels about the Inquisition personally.
>Thank the priest for his open-mindedness.

Should they use force against you, how would you respond?

>apologies, but since I'm travelling internationally tomorrow morning I won't be able to update
>will probably not know my schedule until Friday morning

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>>3960285
“Thank you for your open-mindedness,” you offer politely, “Father...”

“Kovu,” the priest replies calmly.

Kovu… not a given name, but a nickname?

The traces of a grin begin to appear on Father Kovu’s face, tugging ever so slightly at his right cheek. “Ah, so you understand. It is as you perhaps suspect, I was not always a priest. I was once a soldier, until the aftermath of the coup. The death of his daughter shook many of our faiths in temporal matters… some of us sought solace in our line of work. Others took up life as vigilentes, while some like myself took to the cloth.”

“I see,” you nod contemplatively. “So, as you were a military man before you were a man of the cloth, do you have any strategic insights into the Inquisition?”

“How do you mean?” he asks with a frown.

“It’s difficult for someone in my position to estimate them as a threat,” you admit frankly. “Since I can’t actually fight them myself… and even if I could, it would likely end in a one-sided slaughter.”

“You sure have a high estimation of your own abilities,” Father Kovu muses.

“I can evade rifle fire and crush a man’s heart through his ribcage with a simple punch,” you explain curtly. “The entire reason the Inquisition attacks the Organization by going after its informants and handlers is because they know that taking on a warrior, especially one of my calibre, would be a complete waste of time.”

“But that doesn’t mean they’ll just ignore us. They have the will, so they’ll find a way I’m sure.”

“I don’t disagree with your assessment,” Father Kovu admits quietly, some of the military candor returning to his tone for a moment. “But there is time yet. Every indication I’ve seen is that they’re the type to lay extensive groundwork before making any major commitment.”

“At the rate they’re making progress with the populace of Hazaran, how long do you expect we have?”

“One year, maybe two,” Father Kovu replies. “It all depends on when they give up trying to win anyone else over.”

>Then we’ll make what preparations we can for their eventual attack.
>That gives time for political maneuvers to prevent a direct attack.
>Then you and the other remaining sane people have a year, maybe two to devise a solution.
>Other?

>>3965434
>That gives time for political maneuvers to prevent a direct attack.

>>3965434
>That gives time for political maneuvers to prevent a direct attack.

>>3965434
>>That gives time for political maneuvers to prevent a direct attack.

>>3965434
>>That gives time for political maneuvers to prevent a direct attack.

>>3965434
>That gives time for political maneuvers to prevent a direct attack.

>>3965434
>That gives time for political maneuvers to prevent a direct attack.
Politics is always the answer, maybe.

>>3965507
"War is the continuation of politics by other means."
-- Clausewitz

>>3965434
“That means we have time for political maneuvers,” you muse. “It must be possible to prevent a direct attack, by making such a thing into a political impossibility.”

“And how do you think to do that?” Father Vincent wonders aloud. “Is a part of the Organization’s structure not that it deprives its members of meaningful influence?”

“Normally yes,” you agree “That would be the case. However in working independently of the Organization’s orders, we now have a chance to make real connections outside of our handlers and fellow warriors. For example, with the priesthood.”

“The priesthood is not a military,” Father Kovu observes bluntly. “We will not defend you or your compatriots from the Inquisition if it chooses to act, and so we would not make for a useful deterrent.”

“Popular outrage would be a possible deterrent, would it not?” Father Vincent offers.

“It depends on the Inquisition’s leadership,” Father Kovu replies. “If they view those who disagree with them as people to be subjugated they may not care what they feel regarding the Claymores. The end result would be the same anyway.”

“Do you think of the Inquisition as a conquering army in the work?”

“I can’t rule out the possibility.”

“That’s an unfortunate statement,” you mutter grimly.

“You have been on the receiving end,” Kovu observes calmly. “Have you not?”

“I did mention rifles, didn’t I?” you realize. “That was indeed from firsthand experience with the Inquisition, yes.”

“They have that inclination then,” Kovu declares. “So it is a real concern.”

“Then you still need some sort of military backing?” Father Vincent summarizes before turning to Father Kovu. “Is that the gist of what you’re trying to say?”

Kovu nods. “Yes.”

>I have a contact among the regional military governors. He’s a reliable man.
>I would need to rally ALL the military governors, make them see the Inquisition as a possible threat.
>We have troops already, and a strong fortress to fall back to. That will be my focus.
>The Inquisition MAY just register as the biggest threat to occupy Sigmunt’s attention.
>Other?

>>3966835
>>I have a contact among the regional military governors. He’s a reliable man.
>The Inquisition MAY just register as the biggest threat to occupy Sigmunt’s attention.
>I would need to rally ALL the military governors, make them see the Inquisition as a possible threat.

Turn the fuckstick's attention to the armed religious zealots who are taking advantage of instability much the same way he did, while we shore ourself up.

>>3966835
>>I have a contact among the regional military governors. He’s a reliable man.
>>I would need to rally ALL the military governors, make them see the Inquisition as a possible threat.

>>3966835
>>3966861
In with this.

>>3966835
>The Inquisition MAY just register as the biggest threat to occupy Sigmunt’s attention.

>>3966835
>I have a contact among the regional military governors. He’s a reliable man.
>The Inquisition MAY just register as the biggest threat to occupy Sigmunt’s attention.
>I would need to rally ALL the military governors, make them see the Inquisition as a possible threat.

>>3966835
“I have a contact among the regional military governors,” you explain, “who’s a very reliable sort of man. With a little effort I’m certain I can have Sigmunt dancing to the tune I want him to by the time the Inquisition makes its move.”

“A little effort?” Father Vincent repeats. “How is this a simple matter of effort?”

“He’s a friend of the family,” you offer a slight clarification. “He’ll come through.”

“I see,” Father Kovu nods. And unlike Father Vincent, you get the impression that Kovu understand what you’re driving at: the fact that you don’t really want to disclose how you know Noventus, but that you have every confidence in his ability to get what you need done.

“So what is the goal?” Father Vincent asks you. “In going to your contact, I mean?”

“Simple,” you reply. “As a half-blood I could never condone using my abilities against the Inquisition, even if they were to attack us directly. But Sigmunt will have to do so at some point if he wishes to retain power, and the entire military might of Hazaran will need to be directed towards serving as deterrence against the Inquisition.”

“The two biggest pains in my backside will then be set against each other, ideally in a stalemate.”

“And if it isn’t sufficient for a stalemate?” Vincent asks.

>The affairs of normal humans are outside our control.
>Then that battle was bound to happen at some point.
>Worst case scenario, I MAY be able to intercede non-lethally.
>Other?

>>3968538
>Then one side will win, cutting my enemies numbers by one, and everything that needs to be set up to handle the victor will have been assembled.

>>3968538
>>3968547

>>3968547
>>3968538
that sounds a bit to much like an evil villain for my taste

>>3968538
>>Worst case scenario, I MAY be able to intercede non-lethally.
it is not something i would do lightly and any lethal consequence would doom me and my fellow warriors.

>>3968538
>Worst case scenario, I MAY be able to intercede non-lethally.

>>3968538
“The ruthless side of me would insist that whichever one won in that situation would be weakened enough to be manageable,” you admit. “However, I may also be able to intercede before it comes to that, without breaking the laws of my kin.”

“By that, you mean fight?” Father Kovu asks to confirm.

You nod in agreement. “Yes, that’s what I mean. Of all the warriors currently working together with me, my skills are the most suited to fighting humans without killing them.”

“I see,” Kovu muses.

“How so?” Vincent demands.

“Most of our number are strong enough to possess a unique fighting style,” you explain for Father Vincent’s benefit. “Mine is based on using yōki, the unnatural source of power we half-bloods were intended to harness from the yōma transplanted into us, with an empty-handed style.”

“Fistfighting,” Father Kovu translates.

You nod curtly. “And grappling, for that matter. My grip is quite inescapable for a normal person.”

“Show me,” Father Kovu demands, reaching out with his arm.

You grasp him firmly around the wrist, and he doesn’t seem to understand at first. But when he realizes that despite not crushing his bones in your grip he can’t force you to move your arm at all, even using his entire body weight. Then, with an effortless motion, you sling him through the air and onto the floor by his own arm.

“How brutal...” he grunts in pain, sitting back upright. “I had no idea you Claymores possessed such brute strength...”

“We need that strength to match our skill,” you grumble. “It’s not mere brute strength if harnessed properly.”

“So you believe you are capable of wrestling an entire army into submission?” Father Kovu realizes aloud.

>I won’t know unless I try.
>An entire army? No. Enough of an army? Yes.
>If YOU were facing such a foe, would YOU stand and fight?
>Other?

>>3969330
>An entire army? No. Enough of an army? Yes.

>>3969330
>An entire army? No. Enough of an army? Yes.

>>3969330
>An entire army? No. Enough of an army? Yes.

>>3969330
>If YOU were facing such a foe, would YOU stand and fight?

>>3969330
>>An entire army? No. Enough of an army? Yes.

>>3969330
“An entire army?” you muse, shaking your head. “Certainly not. But enough of an army to make a difference? Probably so.”

“You’re not joking?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Well, you have quite some time to get ready for that day,” Father Kovu shrugs.

“Definitely true.”

You take your leave of the two priests, confident that you have at least a rough idea of how the next year or two needs to go in order to ensure the long-term survival of your cadre of fellow half-blooded warriors. But there’s one last issue to deal with…

>Meet up with your fellow warriors and touch base before going after the ‘voracious eater’ you heard about.
>Track down any possible informants you can who may know where the ‘voracious eater’ might be hiding.
>Other?

>>3970927
>>Track down any possible informants you can who may know where the ‘voracious eater’ might be hiding.

>>3970927
>>Track down any possible informants you can who may know where the ‘voracious eater’ might be hiding.

>>3970927
>>Track down any possible informants you can who may know where the ‘voracious eater’ might be hiding.

>>3970927
>Track down any possible informants you can who may know where the ‘voracious eater’ might be hiding.

>>3970927
>Meet up with your fellow warriors and touch base before going after the ‘voracious eater’ you heard about.

>>3970927
>3d10, best of three

Rolled 2, 6, 6 = 14 (3d10)

>>3971638

Rolled 1, 6, 6 = 13 (3d6)

>>3971638

Rolled 4, 1, 10 = 15 (3d10)

>>3971638
Whoops

>>3971638
Still need one more roll

Rolled 9, 4, 3 = 16 (3d10)

>>3971638

>>3971805
Thank you

>>3971771
You spend another two days searching nearby settlements for anyone with a lead on the ‘voracious eater’ that’s apparently been supplying the yōma in this area with information. Hardly anyone seems to know anything helpful… rumors, speculation, hearsay. A lot of it obviously relates to the yōma you’ve already encountered and killed. Eventually, you end up running across Valentina and Alexa, reuniting in a small sheep-village near the northern terminus of the Dari Pass.

“So, I take it you’ve made a lot of progress,” Valentina muses playfully as you sip on hot tea to pass the time while Alexa interviews some of the locals.

You nod thoughtfully. “More so with the local people… the yōma were inconsequential.”

“We found a few hiding here and there too,” Valentina catches you up on their exploits, “mostly in the larger towns. Which gave them more places to hide, but wasn’t enough.”

“Never is,” you agree. “Hopefully never will be.”

“So tell me more about Tronkirk,” she muses. “What was that situation in Tronkirk?”

“More evidence of the Inquisition’s true influence,” you grumble. “Not in their presence, but the way their ideology takes root where people are scared and powerless.”

“You think it’s bound to spread through Hazaran in the coming years?”

“Hard to see how it wouldn’t. The real question is one of degrees.”

Valentina waves Alexa back over, the latter having finished her interrogations, and she joins you at the little outdoor table.

“Brisk morning,” she greets you. “You had a chance to talk?”

“We did,” you nod. “We’re going to have a lot more to talk about when we return to the castle.”

“I see,” Alexa nods thoughtfully. “Was it really that bad?”

“Not yet,” you insist. “We still have some time, so let’s just focus on what you’ve found out in my absence.”

“Not much more than you,” Alexa admits. “I just finished talking with the locals in this town… same story as the rest.”

“Rumors of a giant,” Valentina chimes in. “Like the old fairy stories they used to tell us, from before the days of the Kings.”

“Before the clans even,” you correct her. “That must be our yōma.”

“No word of any attacks, though,” Alexa points out.

>Then we may be dealing with an awakened being. Let’s proceed with caution.
>It’s clearly obeying orders then. It must be aligned with one of the Abyssals.
>Maybe we had better withdraw for now. If there’ve been no attacks there’s no trail to follow.
>Other?

>>3971876
>Then we may be dealing with an awakened being. Let's proceed with caution.

>>3971876
>Then we may be dealing with an awakened being. Let’s proceed with caution.

>>3971876
>>Then we may be dealing with an awakened being. Let’s proceed with caution.

>>3971876
>>Then we may be dealing with an awakened being. Let’s proceed with caution.

>>3971876
>>Then we may be dealing with an awakened being. Let’s proceed with caution.

>>3971876
>Then we may be dealing with an awakened being. Let’s proceed with caution.

Hmm. Militant religious fanatics, a brutal dictator installed by a violent coup, social and economic turmoil, and mutant cannibals on drugs:

I'm canceling my Hazari vacation.

>>3971876
>>Then we may be dealing with an awakened being. Let’s proceed with caution.

>>3971876
“We may be dealing with an awakened being,” you frown, seeing little alternative. “We should proceed with caution… no going solo anymore. Treat this like a hunt.”

“It’ll be my first,” Alexa admits nervously. “Do you really think I’m ready?”

“No one is their first time,” Valentina observes. “Besides, haven’t you fought with Noel before? Isn’t that why you came with her recommendations?”

“Yeah, but...”

“So no buts!” Valentina crosses her arms. “Noel says you’re reliable, so it’s either do your best or make her a liar.”

You place your hand gently on Alexa’s shoulder. “She’s right about one thing: I brought you into this for a reason… because ‘at my side’ is the safest place for you in the world.”

“Very well,” Alexa nods slowly. “I… guess I’d have to face an awakened being at some point, sooner or later. Best to do it with someone you trust at your side, right?”

You respond with a smile and a nod. “Right. Now then, let’s find ourselves a map...”

>3d10, best of three

Rolled 6, 5, 1 = 12 (3d10)

>>3972791

Rolled 5, 6, 8 = 19 (3d10)

>>3972791

Rolled 3, 5, 7 = 15 (3d10)

>>3972791

>>3972791
It’s only a rudimentary map, especially compared to the one back at the castle, but you manage to plot the reports of yōma activity all throughout Hazaran. These are separated into actual exterminations you and your companions have performed in the last several days, marked by an X, and the locations of rumored sightings or unexplained deaths, each marked by a slash as so: /

“So, let’s reckon the tightest concentration,” Valentina muses, circling a tight cluster along the Dari Pass. “Hm… guess I should’ve figured. The actual exterminations figure pretty heavily into it, don’t they?”

“They do,” you agree, “though many of the rumors center around here as well. But within that area it’s difficult to narrow down a likely location with any precision.”

“Many of the reports and our own sightings have come from crossroads towns,” Alexa observes.

“True,” you agree, striking out the names of several of those where you’ve already killed at least one yōma. “These are the ones where we’ve already eliminated a target without finding anything like a mastermind.”

“There are a few possibilities?” Valentina observes curiously. “A large, well-connected town, a natural lair, and a moving target.”

>We’ll narrow down the list of possible towns to one or two, then investigate those as a team.
>We should try to find a natural lair. A peak predominantly made from karst or limestone would be a good first choice.
>He may be moving between ruined castles… like my Mother does.
>Other?

>>3973677
>We’ll narrow down the list of possible towns to one or two, then investigate those as a team.

>>3973677
>>We’ll narrow down the list of possible towns to one or two, then investigate those as a team.

>>3973677
>We'll narrow it down then investigate as a group

>>3973677
>>He may be moving between ruined castles… like my Mother does.

>>3973677
>We’ll narrow down the list of possible towns to one or two, then investigate those as a team.

>>3973677
>He may be moving between ruined castles… like my Mother does.

>3973677
>He may be moving between ruined castles… like my Mother does.
Before I forget, we should ask mom if shes involved with the Inquies in any way.

>>3973677
>>He may be moving between ruined castles… like my Mother does

>>3973677
>writing

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>>3973677
“My mother moves between ruined castles,” you frown. Despite trusting your companions, particularly Valentina with whom you’ve been through a lot already, you’re still not completely comfortable mentioning Sabela to them. “I feel both that line of reasoning and narrowing down the towns both have equal merit.”

“That’s a key insight,” Alexa points out. “Perhaps a synthesis is the best path?”

“So, doing both?” Valentina asks.

You nod, crossing off a few towns from the map until you’re left with just one.

“Here, Rysa,” you tap the map lightly near the northernmost border of Hazaran. “A bit far from the Pass, but it’s on a main crossroads, it’s a fairly large town, and it was once the seat for one of the old clans. Its castle is well outside of town and has lain in ruins since the last days of the civil wars.”

“That sounds like a likely spot,” Valentina agrees. “Just like a warrior princess to know all the defensible spots in her own kingdom!”

“I have no idea what the condition of the ruins is,” you admit. “But I doubt a yōma would care, maybe aside from Sabela or one of the other Abyssals.”

“Let’s hope it’s not one of them,” Alexa shudders.

>We’ll head for Rysa, ask around for details that might support the theory.
>We’ll set a watch on the castle at Rysa, determine what might be living inside.
>If the target is mobile and out of the castle, there will be evidence left behind.
>Other?

>>3974582
>We’ll head for Rysa, ask around for details that might support the theory.
Might as well

>>3974582
>We’ll head for Rysa, ask around for details that might support the theory.

>>3974582
>>We’ll head for Rysa, ask around for details that might support the theory.

>>3974582
>If the target is mobile and out of the castle, there will be evidence left behind.

>>3974582
>If the target is mobile and out of the castle, there will be evidence left behind.

>>3974582
>>If the target is mobile and out of the castle, there will be evidence left behind.

>>3974582
>3d10, best of two

Rolled 8, 1, 3 = 12 (3d10)

>>3975664

Rolled 6, 2, 4 = 12 (3d10)

>>3975664

>>3975664
ROLLS CALLED AGAIN
>3d10, best of two

Rolled 8, 6, 3 = 17 (3d10)

>>3975674

Rolled 8, 4, 8 = 20 (3d10)

>>3975674

>>3975674
It’s a short and easy journey to Rysa, a town with a surprisingly quaint character considering its size, with its highland lakeshore as a charming feature. The many buildings are clustered around a tangle of narrow streets, with the church occupying a slight high point within the settlement above which its single tower rises dramatically.

You get nothing from the locals, who mostly avoid you and your company unless cornered. Even when you do get them to speak it’s mostly the same array of unreliable rumors and outdated information on yōma you’ve already killed. Which you suppose would be a pleasant surprise were you not searching for something potentially much fouler.

More fortunate is your brief assessment of the ruined castle outside of town.

“There was definitely a yōma here,” you frown, standing in the midst of what once would have been a banquet hall. It can hardly be called that now that it has neither a roof nor a working hearth, the chimney having been brought down with the roof. The latter has been removed, probably for the surviving tiles.

“Recently,” Alexa agrees. “If my own senses are to be trusted.”

“You’re not wrong,” you agree.

“Probably less than a week?” Valentina muses.

You nod. “That’s a reasonable estimate.”

“Should we go after it?” Alexa wonders.

You certainly could try following the trail…

>We should head to the castle and report this. If it starts attacking humans we’ll return.
>We can track it, so we probably should. But only if all three of us agree to it.
>We could wait here for a few days and observe the castle ruins. If it returns, it dies.
>Other?

>>3975698
>We should head to the castle and report this. If it starts attacking humans we’ll return.

>>3975698
>We can track it, so we probably should. But only if all three of us agree to it.

>>3975698
>>We can track it, so we probably should. But only if all three of us agree to it.

>>3975698
>>We can track it, so we probably should. But only if all three of us agree to it.

>>3975698
“I feel that since we can track it, we probably should,” you suggest in a firm tone. “But we’re only doing this if all three of us agree to it of our own free will, with no pressure or coercion.”

“I agree,” Alexa answers you immediately. “I’d hate to leave a problem like this until it kills humans again… and it’s not like we know it’s an awakened being.”

“Even if it is, you and I have killed our fair share and then some,” Valentina adds, turning to address you directly. “I’m in. Let’s see what the hell this yōma is that’s been making all this trouble for us.”

“Alright,” you nod.

>3d10, best of four

Rolled 4, 4, 8 = 16 (3d10)

>>3976642

Rolled 3, 9, 6 = 18 (3d10)

>>3976642

Rolled 6, 1, 8 = 15 (3d10)

>>3976642

Rolled 3, 3, 6 = 12 (3d10)

>>3976642

>>3976644
>>3976653
>>3976666
>>3976670
Noel is getting pretty clunky here.

>>3976642
You begin tracking the trail of unfamiliar yōki, following it west along the geopolitical border between Hazaran and Sakia. Strangely, the trail seems to obey that boundary… there’s no other way to account for it than that.

“The target is circling a territory bounded by the borders with Sakia and Tarsus to the north and southwest, then by the Dari pass to the southeast,” you eventually realize.

“So we’re just following it in a big old circle?” Valentina muses. “Triangle… whatever?”

You nod curtly. “That’s right.”

“Could we catch it by cutting it off?” Alexa wonders.

“There’s a ruined castle just to the south of Rosemarkie,” you suggest. “That would probably be a stop on the rotation.”

“I wonder if all awakened beings do something similar...”

Valentina’s idle musing is enough to confirm in your mind the validity of what you yourself were considering as well: that this can’t just be a pattern you observe in just two cases. It’s likely that many awakened beings and probably even older and more experienced yōma do the same sort of circuit. The question in your mind is what this rather large amount of territory means… or rather, you think it might be large for a yōma. While an Abyssal could take up a quarter or so of the known world, your current target is only circling a relatively small area bounded on one side by your mother’s territory.

So it could be that this is a ‘small fish’ trying to imitate much bigger threats, or it could be that it’s a genuine awakened being who has been penned in by her neighbors.

Only tracking the target down will tell you for sure which it is.

“It’s possible,” you ultimately tell Valentina. “I’ve been wondering about it myself. Maybe you can ask the target when we track it down.”

“Hey, if it has boobs it’s an awakened being,” Valentina shrugs.

Alexa spares her own chest a glance.

“Don’t be insecure,” you grumble. “We’ve got warriors who have it tougher than you in that area.”

>Pick up the pace at the risk of losing the trail by mistake.
>Cut it off at the castle south of Rosemarkie.
>You know its pattern. Head FAR south to Norwick and wait.
>Other?

>>3977395
>>Cut it off at the castle south of Rosemarkie.

>>3977395
>just keep going normally. It stops at those castles to rest for some time while we just keep going. If the trail is fresh enough to follow we'll catch up before too long

>>3977395
>Cut it off at the castle south of Rosemarkie.

>>3977395
>Cut it off at the castle south of Rosemarkie.

>>3977395
>>Cut it off at the castle south of Rosemarkie.

>>3977395
>3d10, best of three

Rolled 7, 2, 6 = 15 (3d10)

>>3978041

Rolled 2, 8, 5 = 15 (3d10)

>>3978041

Rolled 7, 6, 1 = 14 (3d10)

>>3978041

>>3978041
You head straight for Rosemarkie, or rather as straight as you can… the roads in Hazaran are rarely intended for direct travel, and often meander across the rugged landscape rather than directly challenge it. But when you arrive, you realize that you’ve managed to cut several days off your chase by pre-emptively targeting the castle where your target just happens to be staying.

“It doesn’t feel like an awakened being,” you muse. “Does it?”

“Nope,” Valentina agrees. “Though there’s still only one way to find out.”

“It hasn’t fled – does that mean it doesn’t know we’re here?” Alexa asks.

“Or it’s getting cocky,” you counter. “Either way, we’re here to do a job.”

>Let’s go. Move in and surround it within the castle ruins.
>I’ll charge in and flush it out, you two flank it when it withdraws.
>We’ll wait for it to come out and ambush it.
>Other?

>>3978259
>>Let’s go. Move in and surround it within the castle ruins.

>>3978259
>let's go. Move in

>>3978259
>>Let’s go. Move in and surround it within the castle ruins.

>>3978259
>I’ll charge in and flush it out, you two flank it when it withdraws.
It's surely an ambush. If we go in all together Alex is gonna get it.

>>3978259
>I’ll charge in and flush it out, you two flank it when it withdraws.

>>3978259
>Other?
Have a chat over some tea with it, while the girls move into position.

Maybe we shouldn't be ganking everything we can? Could cause a power vacuum r unbalance one side or another. What if shes allied with a stronger being? What if we want to use them to our advantage in lets say, taking out inquisition members?

>>3978714
While you have a point about the power vacuum, Noel's mother is one of a kind in that one might be able to come to an agreement in conversation. But most of these are monsters plain and simple, no humanity left to speak of.

So when and how did Noel learn that Yoma are caused by parasites? How is she so sure?

Is she thinking based in that one AB she dealt with? Because those weren't normal Yoma.

>>3979014
don't think she knows that yet, she would describe them as parasites tho.

>>3979014
They'll sometimes mention it themselves, talking about 'leftover memories'. It's part of the reason the Claymores believe that youma will often go after close family first if the option exists.

>>3978259
>3d10, best of three

Rolled 10, 5, 1 = 16 (3d10)

>>3979282

Rolled 8, 2, 10 = 20 (3d10)

>>3979282

Rolled 1, 6, 4 = 11 (3d10)

>>3979282

>>3979282
>Busy day today, I'll be doing half the usual updates

>>3979282
“We’ll move in as a team,” you decide. “Engage at close quarters within the castle ruins, but be sure to leave it one escape path.”

“Understood,” Alexa replies. Valentina simply grins and nods.

The three of you suppress your yōki and approach the castle, getting a good look at the ruins along the approach. The curtain walls are still standing for the most part, although the ramparts are crumbling in many areas. This isn’t the standing ghost of a castle that’s been destroyed in battle, but one that has fallen under the weight of time. At least, that’s the impression the front of the castle gave you.

The uphill side of the fortifications has been slighted, stone blocks pulled down to open the main defensive wall.

“That’ll be the opening we leave,” you decide. “Be prepared to bring down the damaged walls on the target if it tries to escape.”

Then, finally, you head in through the front gate.

The yōma didn’t even bother with a disguise, coming at you in its transformed form. Its yōki is too strong for a normal yōma, but not strong enough to be a match for most awakened beings you’ve encountered. It immediately takes notice of you within the castle’s defended courtyard.

“My… comrades...” it hisses in a feminine voice. So it is an awakened being?

“… Alexa...”

Alexa freezes where she stands, staring at the awakened being with wide eyes.

“Stay focused!” Valentina barks as she helps you parry the awakened being’s attack, her focus solely on Alexa.

“Fran?” Alexa realizes. “Is that you?”

Underneath the utterly inhuman mutations is evidently a warrior that Alexa once knew. That’s the most dangerous part of this whole encounter.

“You… were supposed to...”

“I never got your black card!” Alexa insists as the monster that was Fran backs off, clinging to the inside of the wall like a spider. “If I did, I would have...”

Alexa doesn’t finish the sentence.

>We’ll handle this for you. I won’t force you to fight someone you once knew.
>I’ll back you up, but I’d understand if you wanted to do this yourself.
>We do this as a team. Come on, Alexa. Let’s go.
>Other?

>>3979547
>>We do this as a team. Come on, Alexa. Let’s go.
>Fran for what it’s worth, the Organization has a nasty little habit of not delivering cards or stealing them and using them without permission. I’m truly sorry it happened to you.

>>3979547
>>We do this as a team. Come on, Alexa. Let’s go.

>>3979547
>I'll back you up, but I understand if you want to do this yourself

>>3979547
>>3979586
in with this guy

>>3979586
>>3979684
She might have just not gotten it because she deserted with us though

>>3979547
>I’ll back you up, but I’d understand if you wanted to do this yourself.

>>3979547
>We do this as a team. Come on, Alexa. Let’s go.

>>3979547
We should capture her, get her to describe why she awakened. More evidence against the organisation.

>>3979547
>3d10, best of four

Rolled 9, 2, 2 = 13 (3d10)

>>3980879

Rolled 7, 1, 10 = 18 (3d10)

>>3980879

Rolled 2, 7, 6 = 15 (3d10)

>>3980879

Rolled 10, 10, 8 = 28 (3d10)

>>3980879

>>3980917
Get dunked on.

>>3980917
>>3980920
jesus, how long did you have to blow the dicegods for this

>>3980879
I'm not feeling well at the moment, I'll try to get an update out tomorrow morning.

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>>3980879
You move quickly as a team, you taking one side and Valentina taking the other. With practiced efficiency you grab the awakened being’s clawed hand just behind its wrist and pull yourself out of the path of its attack, then use that hold to provide yourself with the leverage you need to strike at its shoulder with the White Fist technique. The blow damages the tissues deep below her hardened skin plate, penetrating straight through to the bone and rupturing tissue in the complex group of muscles that makes the shoulder joint work.

At the same time Valentina projects her hardened fingertips through the awakened being’s left arm, shoulder, and knee, unbalancing it. You add a nice little kick to the back of its leg to bring it to its knees, held in place by your own strength and Valentina’s many nails.

“Alexa!” you call out. “Do it now!”

She hesitates for a moment, and the awakened being who was once someone she knew nearly wrenches free of your grasp, its flesh tearing as it works around Valentina’s nails.

“Alexa!” you shout, projecting a little yōki to your vocal chords to enhance the volume you can produce while distorting the sound.

This seems to snap her out of it, and with a single strike from behind she severs the awakened being’s head.

The head lands and rolls, ending up facing the sky.

“Alexa… you… how dare...”

Its words are cut short by Valentina’s nails and your own thrown sword penetrating it from all angles. But the damage is done.

Purple blood pools around the scene, and Alexa stares blankly at the sword in her hand.

“I...”

>That was NOT your friend. It stopped being your friend when she awakened.
>You’re not to blame, none of us are omnipresent, omnipotent, or omniscient.
>Ask about who this WAS, before she awakened. Try to be sensitive to what Alexa must be feeling.
>Other?

>>3982720
>>Ask about who this WAS, before she awakened. Try to be sensitive to what Alexa must be feeling.

>>3982720
>ask who this was
Talk it out with her, none of it was her fault and the creature was not her friend anymore

>>3982720
>>Ask about who this WAS, before she awakened. Try to be sensitive to what Alexa must be feeling.

>>3982720
>Ask about who this WAS, before she awakened. Try to be sensitive to what Alexa must be feeling.

>>3982720
>>Ask about who this WAS, before she awakened. Try to be sensitive to what Alexa must be feeling.

>>3982720
>Ask about who this WAS, before she awakened. Try to be sensitive to what Alexa must be feeling.

>>3982720
>>Ask about who this WAS, before she awakened. Try to be sensitive to what Alexa must be feeling.

>>3982720
“We should at least give her a burial,” you sigh, before smashing some stones free from the walls of the ruin. “We’ll take her remains out front of the gate and raise a small cairn… .Valentina, help me with the stones?”

“Sure,” she quickly agrees.

Between the three of you it takes surprisingly little time to cover the former warrior’s body in stones and raise the cairn. You work mostly in silence, even before Alexa can bring herself to join in the work. The mood is definitely low.

“Fran...” you repeat the name you had only heard before. “Who was she, before this?”

“She was another rookie,” Alexa eventually mutters. “Her rank was thirty-nine before you got the three of us out of the Organization, so my guess is she was thirty-six when she awakened.”

“Did you know her well?”

Alexa shakes her head. “I mostly stuck close to Jenna and Nessa during training. My two cellmates died after the surgery.”

“I hope you know this wasn’t your fault,” you tell her quietly, a hand finding purchase on her shoulder. “If anyone would be to blame besides the Organization it would be me, for taking the three of you out of the Organization.”

“No,” Alexa insists. “You did the right thing… and Fran must have awakened before we left the Organization.”

>There may be clues left around here about her allegiances.
>You hate to admit it, but you need to ask Sabela how many of the new warriors have awakened.
>That’s all there is to it. Return to the castle.
>Other?

>>3984186
>>You hate to admit it, but you need to ask Sabela how many of the new warriors have awakened.

>>3984186
>There may be clues left around here about her allegiances.


This first then ask Sabela if we get nothing.

>>3984224
>>3984186
Supporting

>>3984186
Supporting >>3984224

>>3984186
>>There may be clues left around here about her allegiances.

>>3984186
>>There may be clues left around here about her allegiances.

>>3984186
>3d10, best of three

Rolled 6, 1, 10 = 17 (3d10)

>>3984553

Rolled 2, 10, 1 = 13 (3d10)

>>3984553

Rolled 10, 6, 5 = 21 (3d10)

>>3984553

>>3984553
You figure there may be some evidence lying around that would indicate where this awakened being has been since she left the Organization… it can’t have been long, you realize, but there’s a chance that someone had gotten to her and demanded her allegiance.

What you find initially isn’t promising on that front.

The first piece of information comes from a sword, which Alexa confirms to be the one that bears Fran’s emblem.

“We should mark the grave,” Valentina suggests.

Alexa shakes her head. “That isn’t Fran in that grave… I’d rather take the sword back to the castle to be with the others.”

You nod politely. “I can agree with the sentiment… commemorate who she was, not what she became.”

“Exactly.”

“The fact that it’s here suggests she awakened very recently,” you muse. “Usually an awakened being abandons their sword.”

“So you think she wasn’t aligned with any of the abyssal ones yet?” Valentina summarizes.

You shake your head. “No, I don’t think it’s likely.”

Further searching does reveal one helpful item: a map. Onto that map, the awakened being who was once Fran scrawled what looks like a series of x-marks… they define the outer edges of what quickly became her ‘circuit’ through this part of Hazaran.

“What are these?” Valentina muses. “Was she keeping track of contacts?”

“With other awakened beings,” you guess. “That limited her ‘home range’, you could call it.”

“This should come back with us,” Alexa insists, rolling up the map and tucking it under her arm.

>Head back to the castle.
>Check out the nearest X mark.
>Other?

>>3985294
>>Head back to the castle.

>>3985294
>>Head back to the castle.

>>3985294
>>Head back to the castle.

>>3985294
>Head back to the castle.

>>3985294
>Check out the nearest X mark.

>>3985294
>Head back to the castle.

>>3985294
>Check the nearest mark

>>3985294
Well, we're getting to a time skip here. I think it'd be good to see people float some ideas for what they'd want to see from the next... oh, two years or so in-setting.

You know, local business to get into around Scaithness, things you'd like to train for, that sort of thing.

>>3986434
If we can use our white fist that well without the sword, we should train to throw our sword for something of a range attack.
Try to get the walls finished for a siege, if we ever get attacked, the castle would have to be defendable.
Otherwise train up the rookies, i bet even the veterans could learn something new.
I bet there is more i can think of, maybe gonna add more to that list.

>>3986434
if anything, people should learn unarmed combat. most of the combat power the claymores have come from swordsmanship, and I don't want a scenario where one of our comrades gets disarmed and then gets overwhelmed by humans or other opponents

>>3986445
oh, thats a good point, everyone should know how to escape Inquisition agents, how they operate and how they are armed.
the defensive types wouldn't have that big a trouble, but aggressive ones might have trouble dealing with a gunshot wound in the middle of a run.

>>3986434
Train to dodge bullets or deflect them with yoki.
Conduct a smear campaign against the Inquisition. Find what fears regarding it already exist in the population and exacerbate them. That they're thieves, pedophiles, political conspirators, devil worshippers, gay sex cult, whatever. Factual truthness is irrelevant. People will believe what they want to believe and find ways to convince themselves even further.

>>3986434
Leaning how to use white fist with kicks.
Set up a training system for anyone and find a way to quickly contact clamores in the field in case of emergency. Make a bakery that uses claymore strength to make impossible good bread (mostly a joke but it is a fun idea).

>>3986434
People at the castle like the guards....
Us using other weapons like guns and explosives or cannons. Like that blade that blacksmith gave us.
A Yoma decided to get up into our business at the castle while all the claymeros are away and the guards get creative and inspired by us, and kills a Yoma with the power of teamwork, friendship and a big ass cannon.

Some of the other Claymores we have met doing a hunt in our old territory.
Our general friend Novertus dealing with local problems and maybe some father son interactions between him and his kid.

Giving basic Yoma lessons 101 to the public at churches or something, so they know how to respond to Yoma attacks and are more informed. Knowing is half the battle, and it could be used as an opportunity to market ourselves to them as people to go to for Yoma related problems, and make contacts.

>>3986434
another thing we should do is increase the logistical support and the technological level that we have. Infrastructure investments are also a big deal that we can take advantage of. from the looks of things i think the overall plan is to take wrest control of the Dari Pass and exploit our connections associated with it. Get close to the Merchants guild (Lawrence and his family) and strengthen our ties with them. with them having influence in commerce, we can secure access to the markets and restrict trade in regards to the inquisition and increase supplies to our forces.

I'll get to work on this and probably come back after Christmas.

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>>3986434
Noel Tiberius di Hazaran gently lifts her sword into the mounting above her father’s throne in the castle of Loch Scaithag, allowing it to rest behind her as she sits with her emblem on full display. A fire blazes in the hearth as the wind howls outside… were it not for the sheer cold it would be hammering down rain. As things are, the snow drives into heavy drifts against the outer walls, and piles thick in the courtyard. The soldiers garrisoned at the castle can only be bothered to clear pathways through it, not to keep the whole courtyard clear.

In fact, the snow is insulating the otherwise chilly stables, where Alysheba is covered in a blanket standing where she’s been hitched. The other animals crowded within, two goats, some chickens, and two other horses, help to keep the space warmer.

Smoke also rises from the main guard tower on the south curtain wall, where the off-duty soldiers have a fire going as well to heat their barracks.

But within the keep, an unusual event is taking place.

Noel clears her throat and taps against a crystal flute.

“Welcome,” she declares. “I’m very glad that you all have accepted my invitation to join us on this particularly foul evening.”

A few polite chuckles.

“No, I don’t think I’ll spend too much time making speeches,” she continues, “so all I wish to do now is welcome you into our home, and offer you the hospitality of our keep. And if you enjoy your meal, please be sure to thank the keepers of our keep… old Gaius and his wife Dominica, without whom we wouldn’t be able to offer you much at all.”

Without much else to be said, the visitors from nearby Scaithness begin to tuck in… around a dozen families, all with small children and of modest means, enjoy the freshly-baked rolls, the preserved and fresh meats, the pickled vegetables and the fresh goat’s cheeses with herbs and honey. Many of these came from the keep’s own larders, complimented here and there by the provisions brought in by the merchants’ guild. And to drink, warm spiced teas and fermented mare’s milk: the traditional winter flavors of Hazari culture.

Even the half-blooded warriors partake… though the youngest among them had to practically starve themselves for a week to make room enough to enjoy such a lavish spread. The half-awakened among them find it easier to finish a modest plate of food and a small cup of drink… though only the two Hazaris go in for the mare’s milk beer.
>1/2

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>>3988456
After the meal comes the gifts… wooden toys, distributed to the children one at a time by smiling Claymores.

Truly, a stunning picture for most of the adults in the room, the usually terrifying figures of the silver-eyed slayers handing out toys to hesitant children. Their smiles don’t seem forged, though they do seem nearly as wary as the children with whom they interact.

Finally, the visitors’ comfort is seen to… warm blankets and cloaks are passed out to be taken home, and escort is arranged by the soldiers of the garrison. The townsfolk are guided through a gap in the weather back to their homes in town, visible across the shallows of the loch where frosted windows glisten with light and merriment.

“That was a good thing you did,” Helen smiles faintly, patting Noel on the shoulder.

Noel shakes her head. “This is the Hazari way… a sense of responsibility and hospitality I hope won’t be soon forgotten.”

“Word is the king used to do this every year, wherever he found himself on the solstice,” Valentina recalls. “Never got asked to one myself though.”

Noel shrugs, then musses up Valentina’s pale hair as she passes.

“I’m happy to finally get around to it, Valentina. Sorry it took so long.”

Valentina passes Noel a cup of mare’s milk beer. “To the Hazari ways.”

“May they never die,” Noel replies, lifting her cup.

>>3988524
Is cute.

>>3988524
Heartwarming!

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>>3988524
Fixed the colors.