Etny, you are able to make it back to camp safely, the threat of another all out war keeping the remaining Skaven at bay. You're sure the head of the rat was a sign of their intentions. It made for a very unpleasant night's sleep, but at least one surrounded by other friendly comrades.
The morning brought a chill mist to the forest, and you were able to check on your charges. Wul is doing better, already up and about trying not to strain himself. His friends tease him about his new scars, but he insists they're marks of bravery like their captain's.
Vele looked after Darr all night, keeping his bandages changed and soaking out the poison in his wounds. She followed your advice religiously, and by morning the small warrior looked in much greater condition. The first night is always the hardest. After that, persistent care and rest will do its work like you indicated.
The other kobolds were able to bring you not just four rabbits, but several--varying sizes but at least all healthy and in good shape. The're individually bagged to keep them from biting one another, and along with a cart full of the meat and fresh blood, you set off that morning with Rek and Bone's help to deliver the order.
Oxious greets you almost immediately, leading you in and trying not to make a large scene of what you brought.
"Thank you for the swift delivery. I knew I would be able to trust you with this." The tiefling looks at the kobolds, an eyebrow raised. "Have them bring it in. I need to speak with you in private."
(Btw I forgot to mention, Andrew, you get an inspiration point for that awesome rp last night with the skaven. Massive intimidation and very good tactics, along with what happened with Wul, you handled it well. So now you have 1 again XD)
Etny eyes Oxious, and gestures for the kobolds to bring the catch into his quarters. Unsure of what the teifling gentleman wants, Etny takes a step forward.
"Oxious, yes, we can speak in private."
Oxious nods and leads you to the side, allowing the Kobolds to pass by out of earshot.
"Miss, I hope this is not overtly forward. But you are an impressive figure of strength and resilience, and I am aware you have a familiarity with the healing arts."
He pulls out a small pipe, fiddling with it before lighting it with a spark from his fingers. He keeps his eyes averted as he talks.
"To be blunt... Are you familiar with childbirthing needs? Even perhaps something more simple like animal husbandry, even? I'm not picky."
Etny is slightly taken aback, her mouth opening and closing several times before she can reconstitute herself and her thoughts. "Adna? What? Childbirth? No, I am not familiar with the...with the practice. Animal husbandry, yes, but the child of Oman, men, and other...kinds, I am not so skilled in."
She stands and thinks for a moment, and her violet eyes narrow slightly, thinking she has come to it--the point of Oxious' question. "Is this...is this about Dorokor-dera? I have noticed of late her...condition," Etny holds a hand out in front of her abdomen, indicating the shape of pregnancy. "Do you wish for me to...to help birth her child?"
Oxious finally looks up, puffing a little of the sweet smoke.
"Intuitive as always, a true Huntress." He glances toward the doors down the hall. "Yes, that is the long and short of it."
"You see, I am short-handed. Dahlia is injured and even at her best, not the strongest physically. As for myself, I'm not familiar at all with such things. I have learned from books, not ....practical study."
He puffs on the pipe again and lets out a long sigh. "The recent stresses have apparently sent her into preterm labor. Hence the odd requests for the freshly harvested materials."
Etny tilts her head to the side, resting a finger on her chin, thinking. "I can see that. It would happen to most conscious, feeling, thinking people." With that, she drops her hands to her sides, and looks Oxious in the eye. "I am as inexperienced as you are at live birthing Oman, humans, let alone a yirk, orc. But...if that is what you wish of me, I will do it, Oxious-dero. I will do my best."
She turns away for a moment, and, thinking to herself how crazy this all must be, taps the side of her fist on her thigh, nervous and anxious all the same. She has always birthed live animals--birds, beasts, horses even, and smaller creatures--but an orcish woman? Her train of thought grasps onto her inevitable train of thought of self-doubt. Nevertheless, she turns back to the tiefling, and nods carefully. "I will need supplies, and I will also want to have...other healers in the room with me, be they kobold, or otherwise. You can do this, yes?"
Oxious thinks for a moment and nods. "Yes. Dahlia will also be there to instruct you. She is feeling... just a little better from what happened to her, and I will be available with whatever assistance, magic or otherwise, I can provide."
He puts a hand on your shoulder in a rare, genuine gesture. "Thank you, Etny. I am in your debt, should you need me. Follow me, please."
***
Atriox...
The next day is full of business and recovery. Graves are dug and marked for the fallen heroes. Vile war machines and their makers' corpses are carted away and burned, the fire bright for hours on end.
Your soldiers manage to rout out more Sakven from their holes and trenches, Tak being almost more vicious than the red dragonborn. Only once before did you ever see him this warlike and feral, and it was when he ripped apart the goblins defiling his own lost home.
By the day after, there is finally a growing semblance of peace and normalcy. Groups of soldiers work to clear away rubble and make room for rebuilding. Others are sent into hunting groups to help feed the many hungry mouths. Kobolds begin to make a camp along the outskirts of the city walls. Scouts patrol the forest, the roads and fill in the rat tunnels.
The blood you'd taken in from the battle continues to do it's work, just much more slowly than normal... Skaven blood is rather vile after all. But your ribs ache less, at least.
Kybirus interrupts your work with a grunt at the door. There is a slight smile on his toothy face, and his bluish, tattooed arms are crossed over his chest.
"Prince Atriox," he announces, "You have visitors."
Atriox grunts and turns from the maps and schematics he was leaning over and studying intensely.
He gives Kybirus a nod of acknowledgement and a curious look
“Ohhh ? Who ?”
Kybirus chuckles. "Signs of battle carried far. Let's just say scouts returned word of our victory. You have an emissary from Fort Cawle.... Galigus Riverheart and his companions, apparently from something called the Blades of the Green... Vance is entertaining them right now."
You can imagine the troops heading up the river to the mountain may have caught some attention, if there was a company of trackers that guard the woods and shores of Arkoshia down throughout Cawle. You think back to what you remember about that area, and who the Blades are.
One of the main snow melt runs coming from the great mountain, the Cawle River feeds into the hamlets and cities dotting their way down to the sea and the salty inlets from eastern Arkosia. Fort Cawle was one of the few entities that worked with your father, a famed fortress protecting the lawful, a symbol of strength to the people.
It was run by the Blades of the Green for the last three hundred years, along with their scouts, the Wilderkin. From what you overheard from the talks with them, they work as some sort of guild providing mercenary protection.
Atriox thinks over this news. What an interesting turn of events. This could be very interesting indeed.
He looks at Kybirus. “Very interesting. Well let’s not keep them waiting. Show them to the throne room. I will be waiting.”
Atriox grabs his sword and straps it to his back as he talks. He strides out the door with Kybirus
You make your way to the throne room. Some of the others must have been in since, as the bones of the dead have been removed, and a good deal of dust has been swept away. It looks barren now. Quiet. The peaceful warmth of the ring in your pocket is a reminder of at least one good memory you recovered.
You hear footsteps outside on the stairs. Vance walks in first, a big, bright smile on his face. In follows his older brother, along with your new visitors. Galigus Riverheart easily recognizable in the lead, he is dressed in the light, lithe armor of the Blades of the Green. He walks with an impressive posture, a man about six foot tall with rich brown hair and a matching, groomed beard.
Behind him are six associates, clothed in the minor colors of the Blades. They all have emblems embroidered on their shoulders, and one carries an ornate container in his arms.
Galigus bows courteously as he approaches, stopping several feet from you.
"Prince Atriox." His smile is warm and reserved. "Thank you for meeting with us. I heard news of the battle, and of the return of the royal family.... I feared an imposter on the throne, but here you stand! Back from the dead, in true flesh and bone. A glorious day indeed."
He gestures to the Wilderkin who steps forward beside him, presenting the box.
"A token of goodwill, my friend."
He opens the box, and inside you see a beautifully tended sapling, golden leaves glistening in the light. A symbol of a new beginning.
Galigus continues, trying to gauge your temper and keep his message peacable. "We of the Blades have long fought to keep the cities and boarders safe, and only wish to continue upholding law and righteous order throughout our current dominion. We wish for no ill will, nor... Intrusions, as I am sure you feel the same regarding your home. May we work together in this endeavour, Lord?"
His eyes glance momentarily at Kybirus and Vance, but focus back on you.
Atriox stands a little higher up on the stairs looking down somewhat at these new comers. He smiles at them wildly as they came peacefully and respectfully but.......he senses a veiled threat a tips of this conversation. This is no fat rich noble......
(Investigation nat 19 and perception 16 to see what the man is truly like or, to sense hidden meanings )
“Be welcome friends. I thank you for your gift , it is most gracious indeed. I will cherish it always. Indeed peace is better than war and I have not come to make enemies of my countrymen it is true, but for my future goals, I must ask them to submit to me.”
Atriox spreads his hands out openly
“ I see no point in hiding that. You would find this out anyway and I don’t make a habit of lying.”
Galigus sets his jaw a little tighter, but keeps a courteous smile for you. You can sense the eyes of his associates darting to the red dragonborn now too. Kybirus and Vance seem unaware of the attention, or perhaps don't care.
Perhaps, you think, this has to do with concerns and rumors regarding these other dragonborn specifically. No doubt an army of them passing through, and making a port along one of the outlets to the sea, makes these outlying cities nervous.
"May we have an elaboration on your future goals, Prince? If only to share your words and spread peace."
Galigus signals for the box to be closed and set to the side, near Vance.
"We do not wish for any of our families to become... indentured or otherwise. We have been a free people, even in the days of your father, and grandfather."
Atriox grunts at the mans words as he no doubt means the slaves Kybirus brought with them.
“Have no fear. Slavery is not on my agenda. For anyone. “
Atriox descends a few steps to be slightly more on a even ground with the man
“ my plans are simple in explanation but complex in execution. The goal ? To rekindle an ancient empire. For this land to be its heart, and for Skyhold to be it’s capital. Now I can not leave my own borders unchecked. I need the loyalty of every lord and king here before I can begin in earnest. I would like to do so peacefully but......if I must.......”
Atriox raises one of his hands and an eyebrow
“I would invite you to join me. I will honor your independence in spirit and let you continue your honorable mission unhindered of course. Keeping the roads safe is a noble goal.”
Galigus nods slightly, carefully taking your hand and shaking it. His grip is firm and unshaken. "This we can do. Thank you for your kind words. We do our best, certainly, and will continue to do so. As one honorable group to another."
His eyes narrow just slightly, trying to sense your motives perhaps; if you indeed intend to keep his people free, lest the alliance be broken.
In the end, the ranger seems satisfied. "We will happily keep in contact with you should you require any assistance. Thank you for your time meeting with us."
He bows again, the others doing likewise. You sense a little unease from Kybirus and Vance, but they remain silent. With a nudge from his brother, Vance quickly steps forward to escort the Blades back outside, as long as you will it so.
***
Being recruited into this was the last thing you expected, especially so suddenly. Without much time to prepare, you were given a brief rundown by Dahlia as she set you to work slicing up the meat. As she talked, she confirmed the suspicions you've had regarding the orc--and Atriox--for some time.
"They're both afflicted with a curse, of sorts... as is likely the child."
The half-dragonborn woman is very kind as she explains, wearing a long sleeved top that hides most of her injuries. You can see the bruising along her neck and can assume exactly what happened.
"This makes the situation more... difficult. Oxious has retrieved her belongings for her, along with a store of a medicine he'd given her for the next few months." She manages to walk over, looking at your handiwork. "Something that calms the hunger."
"But these..." Dahlia eyes the sliced meat and the containers filled to the brim with blood. "These should help during... well, everything... Honestly what's where I need you most. I want to keep her energy up--keep her fed. Keep her hydrated. Perhaps help hold her--you're my muscle, Etny."
She smiles up at you with a warm expression. Despite everything she seems calm and in control, as if this isn't her first time in this sort of situation.
Etny's hands quiver a little at her own thoughts. "Shavafin," she mutters silently to herself. With her suspicions confirmed of the vampirism that exists between this yirk cheiftess and her friend Atriox-dugairon unsettles her. She has only run across a vampire once in her lifetime, and that was when her tribe fell...
Shaking her head vigorously, Etny finishes her handiwork, turning to the half dragonborn healer. "I will do all of these things, Dahlia-dera. At least...to the best that I can. I have done my share of animal birthings, but nothing like what we are doing here. I will give of this...sustenance," she says with a little hesitance in her voice, "as well as water. She...she is yirk, orc-kind, and I am oman-dera, humankind. With what strength lies in me, I shall hold her, but...I fear Dorokor-dera is much stronger than I." Etny sighs aloud, rolling her athletic shoulders and tilting her neck this way and that with an audible popping sound. "I will do the best that I can." She plasters a wan smile on her face. "Where to now, Dahlia-lalahivla?"
(Time to make this interesting.......
Andrew, please roll the following:
1) Athletics Check
2) Acrobatics Check
3) Endurance/Con Check
4) Medicine Check
5) Intimidation Check
1) Athletics: 16
2) Acrobatics: 21
3) Endurance/Con: 13 (bleh...)
4) Medicine: 17
5) Intimidation: 19
Dahlia led you in to the room currently holding the orc Dorokor. The smell of the medicine from Oxious hit you like a minotaur, but thankfully you grew used to it the longer you stayed. You could tell it was extra potent for everyone's safety.
Without a doubt this was the most vampiric being you've seen in a long, long time. Unable to mask her abilities in this state, Kora greeted you both with a pale, pained face, red eyes, and cracking, black veins under her skin. Her fangs long and multiplied, she looked miserable. No doubt she was in labor already, how early you did not know.
Doing your best to feed her, you could tell the raw meat and doe's blood was helping sustain her through the process. Oxious joined from time to time, while Dahlia set up all of the materials--one handed, but as quickly and efficiently as she could.
During more intense moments you were able to provide strength to hold her down, or at least hold her hand without her crushing your bones. (16 Athletics). At one point you need to calm her down by getting in her face yourself--as angry as she is, she relaxes. It feels like you are both able to relate in some minor way, somehow. (19 Intimidate)
The first time the tiefling came over with a live rabbit in hand was surprising, and you did not expect the fierce, intense, almost desperate desire of Dorokor to sink her teeth into something alive. The squeal of the animal rang in your ears, drained in seconds like an empty corn husk. It left you feeling queasy and nauseous. (Con 13)
Once a particularly lively push left her in furious pain, and you ducked to avoid the dead rabbit being thrown across the room. (21 acrobatics) It smacked Oxious right in the back of the head, almost knocking the poor tiefling to the floor. He excused himself after this for a time, likely getting some fresh air.
With you and Dahlia alone, you can see why more weren't invited. The presence of a vampire in Skyhold may stir up trouble--especially if Atriox is also suffering the same curse. You're exhausted after hours of working with Dahlia and Kora, but you manage to help more than you originally thought. (17 medicine) The half dragonborn is more than grateful for your assistance, constantly reassuring you as much as she does to Dorokor. The orc can hardly look at the healer, perhaps regarding whatever happened between them the previous day.
It's been over 12 hours already, and is now clear into the next day. Dorokor falls into fitful phases of sleep between contractions, exhausted and drained. Almost all the blood is gone now, as are most of the rabbits. With one left tied in a sack by the bed. She much prefers those over the meat, although you can tell it helps in small doses.
During a small reprieve, she looks over at you, aware and watching. She mumbles a little. "I don't know why she helps after what happened... the healer. Or you. You can't possibly be ignorant to what I am."
Etny, having been nodding off standing up, snaps awake at the orc cheiftess' words. "Eyeh, yes, you are Shavafin, a...vampire?" Enty can't quite pronounce the word in common quite correctly, but nevertheless continues, "I am not ignorant to what you are, Dorokor-dera. The difference between you and any other Shavafin I have encountered is that you fight the urges as best you can, with all your might even! Shavafin do not commonly do this, eyeh? Whether you feel you do or not is not of much concern. I...I feel like you, as well as Atriox-dugairon, try to fight it."
Etny smiles tiredly, but reassuringly. "Do not worry: your secret is safe with even me."
Dorokor just looks at you quietly, with what you assume is a very grateful gaze. It's a peaceful moment in the storm of everything going on. She looks much more reassured, and is able to rest for a moment longer.
***
Atriox grunts and waits for them to leave. He slowly climbs the steps again and looks up at the throne. With his back still turned Atriox speaks up
“I meant it Kybirus. You and your father may do as you wish on your island kingdom. But there will be no more slavery here. I only allow you to keep yours because you brought them. It’s is a act of respect and friendship.......don’t abuse it.....”
Atriox growls slightly as he turns his head slightly towards the younger man
Kybirus lowers his head slightly, arms folded behind his back. "Yes, of course... We respect your wishes on the matter. I only wish to serve, and help grow this kingdom with you. As does my father and brother."
He clears his throat, looking out the window. "Be that as it may... it seems you are in desperate need of workers. I am aware you have a small treasury amassed, but hiring for a job so large... could take years. Decades."
The dragonborn sniffs, his brow furrowing as he focuses on the desolated kingdom. "And it could deplete those funds quicker than you think. What would be a sustaining system for money to continue to flow? For those here to prosper?"
Atriox nods at the young Dragonborn.
“Good answer and even better questions. You’ve done well in representing your father her Kybirus. Soon I will be hosting a summit for all the leaders of this land. I hope that deals and treaties can be made. Some of which includes help in rebuilding Skyhold. “
Kybirus nods, thankful for the praise. "I see. That seems a good plan... I can think of several ways that can be handled, all in your favor. Very wise indeed."
His tail flicks back and forth, quiet, as if recording all that you're saying to memory. Eventually he speaks up again.
"I noticed you did not address them from the throne. Do you not feel you are king yet, Atriox?"
Atriox lets a Avery small smile loose and casually motions to the throne
“It’s not as simple as that I’m afraid. Do you know anything about this throne young Kybirus?”
"I'm afraid I don't, except the old myths of the ancient dragon gods. It is an impressive sight to behold in person, I will admit."
Kybirus steps forward to look at it closer, eyeing you from the side. "Is there something more to it, then?"
At that moment, Vance walks in. "Well that went well I think! Something more to what, brother?" He looks at Kybirus, then over at Atriox on the steps.
Atriox looks at it for a moment before turning around to look at Vance.
“Ahhhh young Vance your just in time. Your brother was asking about the throne and why I have yet to sit in it. To claim the title of king yet...it’s a bit of a history lesson but it’s important to understand our roots.”
He looks between both of them hoping to impress upon them some knowledge of there own kind. They’re father has raised them to pay no mind to culture it seems
“ It goes back to our races beginning. The dawn of the Dragonborn. Indeed it is where we get our name from. Dragonborn. When the great Dragon God Io died in battle he was split in half. These two halves became the two dragon gods we know today. Even as they were forming into existence, so was our kind, straight from the blood of Io himself. A great and honorable heritage for our race indeed. Raw power is our bread and butter. It is up to us what we decide to use that power for my friend’s.”
Atriox descends to stand with them and smiles at them
“But back to the original question. That throne is not just made out of any dragon skull. It is the skull of Io himself. It is a priceless artifact of all dragonkind everywhere. Filled with power one must be prepared before they sit upon it. One must have Io’s blessing. Or else face his wrath.”
(Nat 17 history and 14+5 charisma )
(Dude. Yes. That was awesome, Inspiration point for you. xD ❤ Great history lesson.)
The room resonates with an ancient energy. It pushes against the strange darkness in your body, the curses you undoubtedly carry, as if trying to relieve the weight they place on you. It felt as if you were channeling your old teachers; their charismatic lessons flow through you, memories of your studies coming back to you now that you're home.
Kybirus is reserved and quiet. He seems to be contemplating your message deeply, in what way you do not know. Vance stares in awe at the skull mouth agape, then at you, confused. "That's really something. But... Atriox? How do you get the blessing of a dead god?"
Atriox points at him with a smile
“Another excellent question. Let me ask you one in return Vance. When your all Powerfull and can create life at will can you truly die ? Your body may be destroyed but what of the soul ? Is Io truly gone ?”
"Didn't it become split in the offspring, Bahamut and Tiamat? Io's soul?" Kybirus speaks quietly, reflecting on the idea. Father always spoke of the great power and glory that materialized as Tiamat."
Vance looks between you both, a little confused at what to believe. "I don't know, really."
Atriox nods slightly
“Maybe part of it but I don’t think he’s all gone. And your father is right partly about Tiamat but don’t but to much stock in her. She maybe pure strength but she’s also pure hatred and anger. Following her will only lead to your own distraction Kybirus. I hope you don’t follow that path.”
Atriox puts a hand on each of there shoulders
“Your both to important to our people. We leaders must stick together. Family of a sort. Brothers.”
Vance grins wide, and even Kybirus cracks a little smile. The younger dragonborn laughs, "Yes, of course! We shall rule with the pure power of the gods!"
Kybirus snorts, rubbing his clawed hand atop his little brother's head in a surprisingly affectionate way. "You've got god-like blood in you. Never forget that."
***
Time passes. Oxious returns with a fresh set of linens and clean water, helping relieve Dahlia. The fact that the healer has persisted so long through this is a miracle, given the state she's in. Near the end of it all, she looks utterly exhausted.
Kora refuses the last rabbit, claiming to be sickened of it at this point. Her body craves real blood. Humanoid blood. After speaking with you she seems even more determined to fight it, but it is indeed an uphill battle.
"Etny," She grumbles through her tusks, pushing against your arm for support. "Perhaps you can get... Atriox... for me... I need to feed."
In an undertone, she adds quietly, almost pitifully against her nature. "...I need him here."
Etny sees the distress and vulnerability in the orc chieftess' eyes. Her need to feed is so great that Etny now realizes what she must do. Never has she ever dreamed that she would do such a thing, but in this moment, at this time, Dorokor needs nourishment. THAT kind of nourishment. Etny looks down at the exhausted, starving orc vampiress, and her athletic forearm shoots out in front of Dorokor's face.
"I will get Atriox. Soon."
With a slight quiver to her own voice, and a gnawing sense of dread and determination all the same, she clenches her fist.
"Feed."
(Wow... ok roll a Con save for me)
(Con save is lowest for me...)
(18 Con save.)
(.......wow nice XD Your dice likes you today)
Oxious and Dahlia look up in surprise, as well as Dorokor. None of them were expecting such an offer as that.
The vampire can sense your pride and your sense of self-confidence in offering this. Not wanting to refuse and offend you, she carefully takes your wrist in her hand. Her grip is like a vice.
"Only if you are sure... Never have I met a willing human such as yourself." She glances down at your skin. "Bear with me..."
She almost looks apologetic, and you soon find out why. As her teeth and tusks clamp down around your arm, it is like being caught in a bear trap. The pain is excruciating, more than you imagined it would be. The initial shock over, you're awash with a feeling of intense light-headedness. At some point Oxious stands to support you so you don't collapse. The strange sensation of your blood being pulled from your body is unlike anything you've ever experienced. There is a moment of terror, then regret, then acceptance, and then...
Another contraction pulls Kora's attention back. She lets go of you immediately. Your wound doesn't even bleed much, but there is intense bruising and puncturing down to your muscle. It will take some time to heal.
Kora collapses against the bed, the fresh sustenance enough to keep her going. She eyes you with a surprised and grateful expression, too tired to talk.
"That was.... stupid. But brave." Oxious helps you into a chair, your legs weak. "The fact that you're not passed out on the floor is saying something. Not many people could withstand that."
(You have 2 levels of exhaustion, but you are conscious XD You also get an inspiration point for that, that was........ wow. Yeah. ❤ )
"O...," she can't quite find the word. The whole world seems to swim in a circular motion in her eyes. "O...Oxious, I...I am fine. I will...," another wave of light-headedness and spinning, "I am Andraya! I will...I will survive. But...," she takes in several deep breaths to ease her spinning head,"...could you...get Atriox-dugairon for her? I think...he needs to...see his child...soon."
"I have...," she almost can't bring herself to say it, "...have felt the sting of the fang of shavafin...once before. But...this...was different. I am Andraya! I endure...!" Etny's head lolls to the side, and she shuts her eyes against the threatening lightheadedness. "Pl...please get Atriox-dugairon...for me."
***
There are footsteps on the stairs again, and Kybirus steps back, stoic as always. You look up and see Oxious cleaning his hands on a pale cloth. Without glancing at the others, he stares right at Atriox with a purposeful look.
"Your immediate presence is requested."
Atriox nods at Oxious and then at the others
“Remember your father is not here. You do not need him to be great. Forge your own paths brothers.”
Atriox leaves them with a last smile and follows after Oxious quickly.
“What is it ?”
Oxious leads you out, down the stairs, and into the lower halls of the castle.
"Dorokor is in labor. She's requested you." He gives you a look, then snorts. "I'm not usually an errand boy, so don't get used to it. I'll start charging you. I'm just making an exception for her."
Atriox grunts and friendly arm punches the teifling
“Your getting soft in your old age you goat and you know itttt.”
Atriox has a teasing smile on his face.
He rolls his eyes, taking the playful punch and pretending to shoo you off of him. He's trying hard not to smile. "Ugh please. I like being a hard ass and you know it. It's part of my charm."
***
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