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Leidenschaft said
So you don't have the ancestral holdings? No? Okay, good, that's a load off my back.
Not yet...but do not worry. All shall soon be healed.
Though, I'm sure there are a few Orc tribes in the Wrothgarians
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Not yet...but do not worry. All shall soon be healed.
Though, I'm sure there are a few Orc tribes in the Wrothgarians
Leidenschaft said
How were we supposed to know about the Maormer-Altmer Joint Assault, either? I expect Ferrand's going to be a bit taken aback by those actions. And as for the dormant High Rock ambassador at the Summit, sorry about that. I can't remember what it was I became occupied with. And I think High Rock and Hammerfell might have some chances to strengthen a bond somehow. I think its the Altmer-Maromer Joint Assault thing that's going to destabilize the relationship between Hammerfell and High Rock. I already have an independent nation of self-governing Orcs smack dab in the middle of my nation in the mountains. This business with Stros M'kai is hitting dangerously close to home for High Rock, this being their neighbor being attacked..Accepting the trade goods from Alinor would be like accepting the products the salesman is selling after watching him beat the shit out of your neighbor's son with his friend. The son being Stros M'kai. And in this instance, if the salesman was brave enough to do that, would you decline his wares?
Just a friendly reminder: Orsinium is in Hammerfell!
I...what?
GreivousKhan said
Who say's I wasn't? And that's allot of assuming there are harbors there in the first place, as it was stated previously there was mostly just 'ship sheds.' :K
On Stros M'kai? There have been harbors on Stros M'kai since the 2nd Era.
The Assassination of Nilphas Seringi
Foryn Gilnith, Gnisis
The sun shined down upon the city of Gnisis. It was relatively quiet in the main square, despite the fact that the majority of the city’s business was being done there. Gnisis had that tendency, it was a nice city with a little hustle and bustle, but with plenty of relaxation time that made it feel more like a seaside resort as opposed to the center of commerce and trade that it had become within the past few years. Thousands upon thousands of Dunmer, thriving within the walls of Gnisis. It was a sight to behold.
But none of them were like Foryn.
Foryn Gilnith was a man of some renown in darker circles. He killed an Imperial tax collector back during the Imperial regime. Much has changed in the two hundred years since then, and now Foryn Gilinith no longer lives in Seyda Neen. Now, he lives here, in Gnisis where he is relatively happy and clean. He also has a nice job now as a porter working for a lady named Nidryne Seran. That was how he fell in with House Hlaalu back in 201. He has mostly done odd jobs here and there for them, the kind of stuff that an underling does, y’know? He mostly did the jobs of a mook. Now, though, now was his time for advancement. Now was his time to bask in the light of the sun.
Foryn looked up at his partner who nodded slightly and thus, Foryn coughed rather loudly, sending the signal to the third in their group. In turn, he alerted the fourth. With all of them on the same page, they began to move. Each of their footsteps heralded the approaching doom of Nilphas Seringi.
The guards left for their shift change, as usual, and thus the time lapse had begun. They had approximately thirty minutes to get in and get out. Their lives hinged on being timely, and that was what they were counting on, being timely. The four of them entered the Gnisis Town Hall nonchalantly, making their way through the building as quickly as possible, occasionally walking at a faster pace.
Once they came to his door, Foryn gave the signal, and the four of them put up their black bandanas, masking their faces before knocking on the door. The nasally voice of Seringi came out from behind it, “I’m busy in here!” Foryn began to pound on the door with his fist, before Seringi finally opened the door, “Wha--?!” his shout of anger was cut of by Foryn’s quick jab into his face, breaking Seringi’s nose rapidly.
The others burst in behind Foryn, two of them going after a different agent of House Sadras who just so happened to be delivering the details of the trade agreements to Seringi. Foryn and his partner’s daggers cut Seringi’s flesh into ribbons, his blood decorating the walls of his office with his own blood. The two of them finished, and began to carry out the next part of their orders. The two of them painted ‘SADRAS’ on the wall in Seringi’s blood, before collecting their fellows and awaiting Farwyn.
The Assassination of Nilphas Seringi, Part II
Farwyn Arnen, Gnisis
It was approximately ten minutes after Foryn and his companions entered the town hall that the Hlaalu House Guard moved into place at the two entrances. Farwyn could practically feel the glares emanating from the eyes of the bystanders. He knew that House Hlaalu was not well-liked within Morrowind, but he was able to withstand it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived all these years in service to Hlaalu.
As two of the three spearmen squad’s moved into place, blocking off the doors, Farwyn and his squad moved to the mayor’s office where they found the one Hlaalu associate and the three accomplices. He grumbled and took Foryn aside, “Change into a different set of clothes, and clean your dagger.” Foryn then went beyond a corner and began to change into a set of clothes he had saved for after the getaway.
Farwyn approached one of the spearmen, his voice venomous yet soft and even-toned as he gave the order, “Eliminate the loose-ends, Lawman.” With that, the four spearmen approached the three other and put them down swiftly. The first with a quick jab into the skull, the second was shield bashed into the ground before being stabbed in the throat, with the third facing the wrath of two spears puncturing his skull.
The four spearmen alongside Farwyn began to march away, but not without grabbing Foryn first. As they marched along, Farwyn spoke to Foryn, “Know this, assassin. I took no joy in eliminating your companions, but it is the way that we survive in the environment that we are in. We must not let any loose ends be left behind, no matter the cost. I have been informed that for your service, you are hereby anointed a Retainer of House Hlaalu. Take joy in your promotion. You have earned through years of hard work and admirable service to our cause.”
As the six of them exited the town hall, a crowd had gathered around the main entrance, and thus they came. Farwyn standing tall above a shellshocked Foryn, “People of Gnisis!” he exclaimed, “I come to you bearing sad tidings! Our mayor, Nilphas Seringi has been killed by agents of House Sadras! He, along with one of his associates, was butchered like a guar by these animalistic bastards! This loyal member of House Hlaalu,” he gestured to Foryn, “Alerted me of their plot after overhearing of their plot in a cornerclub. I am saddened that I was not able to save him, but his death has been avenged!”
With that, Farwyn and twelve Hlaalu House Guard Members escorted Foryn back to the Hlaalu headquarters to rest.
The Spies
Draren Thiralas, Balfalls
Draren and his team stepped off the boat from Seyda Neen to Balfalls, the three of them eager and ready to begin their journey to Cheydinhal. Draren motioned over to a nearby cornerclub, the three of them moving towards it. The three of them entered the cornerclub, rented a room, and rested. Night had already fallen, and despite the higher degree of safety brought about by Oravos’ rule, travelling at night was still not a good idea to pursue. Thus, the three of them rested until the next morning, when they would head out for Kragenmoor, the last stop before Cheydinhal.
The Message Home
Chief Yagurz, Stormhold
Yagurz groaned at the proceedings, the incessant arguing, and final motioned over to one of his guards, handing him a sealed letter detailing the deals that the Orcs had made at the summit so far. “Send a runner out to Orsinium. That letter should beat us home by a day, and then I can begin to talk immediately with King Burkash about the tactical and strategic gain from these moves.” The Orc nodded and took the letter, giving it to a courier to send all the way to Orsinium.
The Rebel Queen
General Lagash gro-Nagrum
Lagash spat on the ground as he observed the group of rebels training in hand-to-hand combat. They were a rowdy people that was for sure, almost as rowdy as the Orcs themselves but not quite. He snarled as he walked in front of the rows of them time after time. He had gotten them to learn not to talk back, that was for damned sure. Three days amongst Orcish soldiers had a tendency to do that to people.
Every time he watched them, he saw that some of them lacked spirit, or lacked the will to fight. Others often times had too much will to fight, and end up hurting some of the others, then they have to take the time and the resources to get those men back into shape. Lagash roared at the sky and the lot of them stopped moving, staring at him, as he raged. As he calmed down a little, Lagash began to verbally abuse them…again, “Is this what you damned snowmen call fighting?! All I see here is a bunch of lumbering cockatoos flailing about out here! Malacath damn this thankless exercise why back in the Le-“ A woman from the back shouted back at him, “We aren’t in the Legion now are we?! We are men and women who left our homes for what? This damned desert and you sodding Orcs, that’s what! How about you calm down and get us some sodding water for once you barbaric animal!”
The entire camp was silent for ten minutes. Even Lagash’s own troops remained silent as they watched him, waiting for him to rage and kill the woman. For three days, he had worked these people to the bone. For three days, he had shouted at them, and ground them into the dust…and now, it was some Nord woman who happened to stand up to him. He narrowed his vision, and proceeded through he rows, approaching her rapidly, “You!” He shouted, “What is your name, soldier?”
By this point Lagash was in the woman’s face, and she seemed far less intimidated of him than she probably should have been, “I am Svari Ice-Heart, Shield-Maiden of Riverwood.” Lagash studied her for a moment and then erupted in laughter, barely able to control himself as he spoke, “Fair enough, Svari Ice-Heart! Let it be known, that on this day, Svari Ice-Heart proved herself to be Blood-Kin of the Orcs. You have the stones of a thousand Kings, Blood-Kin…” Lagash began to walk back through the rows, shouting as he did so, “Now then, since she had the courage to fight for her people in their time of need, I announce Svari Ice-Heart as your new leader!”
The group looked like it wanted to erupt into a conflict then and there…but they were a little outgunned by the Orcs. Not in manpower, but in sheer training, equipment, and experience, the lot of them faced no chance, so they relented. Lagash spoke once more, “Now that she is your leader, you will all follow her to the afterlife! Or forever face the eternal damnation of an oath-breaker.” With that Lagash sighed and shouted once more, “Continue!” and thus, training went on.
The Favor of Malacath, Part II
Gurzuk gro-Golmur, Orsinium
Gurzuk eyed the assembled team before him. Five of Orsinium’s best warriors gathered before him, each one of them battle-tested in skirmishes against bandits and marauding brigands within the past three years. He knew each and every single one of them by name, and was a sword-brother to each of them. All of them were honor bound to fight alongside each other, such was the oath they had taken when they had entered the Army of Orsinium. Now, they were all leaving together. He knew some of them wouldn’t return…but he was alright with that. He had come to understand that death was not an ending, merely another beginning for the next life.
Gurzuk came to a halt in his pace as they stood there and began to speak to them, “Sword-brothers and sisters, today…” he thought for a moment, trying to keep up with his own mind, “Today we begin a long journey. We have been charged with finding, and bringing home the hammer Volendrung.” The five of them looked taken aback, hell, Gurzuk was sure that he had heard one of the gasp. Gol stood next him and chuckled at the sight, but Gurzuk’s look back to her silenced her rather quickly. He held up his hand and brought them all to a silence, beginning once more, “Now then, I understand that this will be a difficult task for all of us. Some of us will not be coming back from this journey, and that…that is okay. We all know the risks once we step outside the walls of Orsinium. Our safety ends once we leave…hell, let’s be honest. We hardly had any safety to begin with. However! We will get that damned hammer back, even if we have to die trying!” The five of them gave a roar and Gurzuk howled his own roar alongside them, as did Gol.
“Now then, let’s move out! To Largashbur!” Gurzuk cried as the seven of the warriors set off on their journey, to Largashbur.
Hlaalu Grandmaster Ilyn Ondrano, Gnisis
Ilyn stared out the window, his red eyes studying the city of Gnisis as he stood there, waiting on the last Councilor to arrive. The lot of them looked like they were conspiring to commit an act of murder or high treason…well, to be clear, they were planning to commit and act of murder, and possibly high treason, but for the potential gain they were willing to weather the risk. As he stood there, Ilyn heard the door open, and then close once more. In marched Farwyn Arnen, Master of the House Guard. Ilyn smiled and approached Farwyn, slapping his back like an old comrade, “Farwyn! Good to see you!” Farwyn reciprocated his grin and wrapped his arm around Ilyn’s shoulder, “Ilyn! You smarmy bastard. What have you called me here for today?”
The two of them descended the stairs and there they were, the rest of the Council of House Hlaalu. All in one spot. “Well, Farwyn…” Ilyn began, “We’re taking over Gnisis. Plain and simple. That Dres lapdog s’wit Nilphas Seringi must be put down, swiftly too. Now then, here is the plan…” Ilyn pulled out a map of Gnisis, “The town hall is here, in the main square. Arvas, your operatives will eliminate Nilphas and escape quickly. Now, from what we have observed thanks to Nidryne’s networks are a lapse in guard changes from 12 High Noon, to about an hour after. Farwyn, this is where you and the House Guard come in. Three squadrons of spearmen will block the entrances while a squadron of sharpshooters ensures that Dres supporters do not interfere. From there, we will chalk it up to radicals from the underground, and nab the election due to our House composing most of the electorate. Fadren Adram will be mayor, and thus we will hold Gnisis. For the time being at least. We’ll have to prepare for a Dres retaliation, but that is a necessary risk.”
Ilyn looked at a greater map of Vvardenfell and looked to Nidryne, “We need to focus our information gathering efforts on Hla Oad and Gnaar’mok. Tell your people to keep their ears to the ground about Dres retaliation.” Nidryne nodded and sighed, “Do you still want feelers in Cheydinhal?” Ilyn nodded, “That is still a top priority, but the Dres situation will take a similar status.” Nidryne nodded and took notes, encoding them as a recipe for security purposes. With that, the councilors rose and began to go their separate ways, their plot cooked ready for the next day. On the afternoon of the 26th of Midyear, Nilphas Seringi would die.
???, Seyda Neen
Night had fallen on Balmora, and the courier still had a bit to go. Step one. The moonlight reflected off the still murky water. Though the ash had quit falling, the waters remained murky. It would take some time for the waters to clear, at least that is what the courier wagered. Step two. The courier began to approach the house, a mere feet away from where the old Imperial Census and Excise office stood. Step three. The courier’s fist rapped on the door.
The door opened slowly, a gravelly voice let out a roar of, “Who in the name of Oblivion is here at this hour!?” The courier was a little taken aback, before he responded, “I have a message from a…Nelandria Moran?”
The door swung open and the courier was snatched inside, a somewhat older Dunmer, presumably in his early 400s, eyed the courier before snatching the letter out of his hand and tipping him, for his trouble, “There you go. Now leave me alone.” The old Dunmer opened the letter and began to read it,
With that, Draren burned the letter and began to prepare.
Faction name: House Hlaalu
History: House Hlaalu has fallen on hard times since the end of the Third Era. With its removal as a Great House following the withdrawal of Imperial presence in Morrowind, and the division of its lands in Vvardenfell, House Hlaalu has resorted to utilizing much more underhanded and unconventional tactics to remain afloat during these harsh times. Secrecy, blackmail, smuggling, and thievery, which used to characterize primarily their inner workings, have come to define Hlaalu’s greater dealings, whereas they used to deal primarily in trade.
House Hlaalu absorbed what remained of the Camonna Tong, integrating the remainder of their operations for the purpose of survival. Though, House Hlaalu does continue to trade and hold contracts independently, the matter of the fact is: Hlaalu is no longer a prominent player within the grand scheme of Morrowind. However, in 4E 201, House Hlaalu anointed a new Grandmaster, Sedura Ilyn Ondrano. Ilyn has begun to make plays within the land of the Dunmer and beyond, looking to make connections in Northern Cyrodiil, Eastern Skyrim, and potentially as far south as Elsweyr.
House Hlaalu, in short, has adapted to its circumstances. Hlaalu is currently a lone wolf, and a vicious one at that. If forced to, they will rip out their enemies throats without a second thought, and with fresh blood at the helm, they are more dangerous than ever.
Leadership: House Hlaalu is run in a similar fashion to other Houses, comprising of a House Council and Grandmaster. The Council operates as a legislative body, deciding on House policy and actions on the grander scale, with the Grandmaster acting primarily in an executor role. The Grandmaster has the power of veto, and also holds a vote on the Council, essentially being a councilor himself. The Grandmaster’s word is final, unless he himself retracts his concerns.
The current Grandmaster of House Hlaalu is Sedura Ilyn Ondrano, a relatively young Dunmer who has spent the vast majority of his life in House Hlaalu. The Council of House Hlaalu, consists of the following:
- Serjo Farwyn Arnen – Master of the Order of the Guard
- Sero Arvas Verim – Master of the Order of Shadows
- Sera Nidryne Seran – Mistress of Order the Tong
- Sera Rani Varen – Mistress of the Order of Trade
- Sera Volene Romayn – Mistress of the Order of Internal Affairs
Overall, Hlaalu wishes to reclaim its rightful spot as a Great House of Morrowind, however, Hlaalu also wishes to have a high degree of control over certain aspects of the criminal underworld, such as the skooma trade. Hlaalu also wishes to seize control over the city of Gnisis, and instate their own rule over the city, as well as Narsis, their old capital.
Allegiance: Morrowind
Military: Though Hlaalu is not of the same stature that it once had, House Hlaalu still maintains a House Guard, albeit on a much smaller scale as opposed to what they once had. The Hlaalu House Guard is a well-trained and well-equipped force, primarily acting as a force of overt muscle and power exertion within Hlaalu territory, such as it is. They form the core of Hlaalu’s current forces, though they are tarnished by having been reduced in size over the past two hundred years, they still act as a force to be reckoned with in Hlaalu’s new home of Gnisis. The Hlaalu House Guard is primarily divided between the Swordsmen, the Sharpshooters, the Spearmen and Elite Guard.
However, House Hlaalu is also heavily involved with the criminal underworld, and therefore has a much more covert presence within this sector. Hlaalu primarily utilizes intricate spy networks, as well as covert operatives and infiltrators to commit acts of subterfuge, assassination, and smuggling among other criminal and malicious acts. This branch of House Hlaalu, known as the Order of Shadows, enforces House Hlaalu’s will within the realm of the criminal element. The Order of Shadows consists of members from the Morag Tong who left the organization after its period of disbandment, the remnants of the Camonna Tong, as well as other roguish elements.
Ever the cosmopolitan, House Hlaalu is possibly the only House in all of Morrowind to allow foreigners to join their ranks. The Order of Shadows is currently the most diversified element of the Hlaalu military arm, having peppered in Imperials, Orcs, Nords, as well as Bosmer and Altmer. The Hlaalu House Guard, however, is much more homogenized, consisting primarily of Dunmer.
Culture/Society: House Hlaalu is primarily a place of secrecy and deceit, as well as backroom deals, dark alley accosting, and business. First and foremost, House Hlaalu is formed of businessmen, they will do practically anything to get a Septim, be it crime or selling out their best friends. House Hlaalu prides itself on secrecy and the ability to make a Septim. Overall, though, House Hlaalu draws its culture from Greater Morrowind, with its own flavor added in. Members of House Hlaalu are seekers of coin, masters of secrecy, and the masterful workers of a convoluted web of intricate deals and criminal assets.
House Hlaalu venerates the so-called “New” Temple, respecting the belief that the Tribunal was merely a group of false gods who deceived the people of Morrowind, although they venerate them as saints of the “New” Temple and follow the old Dunmer tradition of following the “True” Tribunal of Boethiah, Azura, and Mephala, with a particular veneration for Mephala.
House Hlaalu operates with the brutal efficiency of a business in its criminal operations, and this has come to leak into the structure of its society. The basic Hlaalu member is known as a ‘Hireling’. The Hirelings are considered to be expendable at best, usually handling the grunt work within Morrowind, acting as runners and basic muscle. If a Hireling proves themselves to be somewhat of an asset and a trustworthy individual, usually through an act of violence or committing a crime in the name of Hlaalu, the Hireling is put on retainer, hence the name Retainer. These Retainers are still considered expendable by their commanders, but far less so than a Hireling. Retainers, who prove their worth, take an Oath of Loyalty to House Hlaalu and, thusly, become Oathmen. Oathmen see a greater degree of responsibility within the House, and are finally put into a subsection of Hlaalu, colloquially known as the Orders of Hlaalu. Following that, an informal transition shifts Oathmen to Lawmen, seasoned veterans in the service of Hlaalu.
It is typical for many to not see the life beyond a Lawman, however, those who are proven loyal and cunning members of House Hlaalu are elevate to the rank of Kinsman, a particular Councilor having adopted them into the House of Hlaalu proper. Kinsmen are usually in charge of the basic level of a Hlaalu operation, but more on that later. Following Kinsman is House Cousin, a coveted position that is officially recognized as part of the House proper, if on the periphery of the leadership. Past House Cousin is House Brother, a true member of the House leadership and much more prominent place in the Hlaalu spotlight. House Brothers typically enjoy the ability to call upon the Hlaalu Order of the House Guard if necessary. Just below the Hlaalu House Council sits the House Fathers, the top of the food chain for many. House Fathers hold a great degree of command over the House, only six members ranking above them. Finally, there is the Council and the Grandmaster, the heads of House Hlaalu.
Within the world of crime, and House Hlaalu in-general, Hlaalu Oathmen represent your foot soldier who has proven himself a promising member. The Lawmen are these men, but hardened by service in the name of House Hlaalu. Above them, sit the Kinsmen, who are like middle management. The Kinsmen are in charge of certain sections of House operations within a particular sector. Typically, you have three to four Kinsmen in each city, all reporting to one House Cousin in charge of greater operations within the County or Hold. This House Cousin, in turn reports to one of two House Brothers who are in-charge of the representative half of the Province. These two, report to one House Father who is in charge of operations within the entirety of the Province, and finally he reports to the Council, who finally reports to the Grandmaster.
Orcs and Imperials made a deal, Orcs offered to make same deal with Altmer, The Nords, Orcs, and Redguards are forming a smiths guild, discussion has begun related to the situation in Elsweyr.
Man, just when I thought all of the arguing was over...
General Lagash gro-Nagrum
Lagash surveyed the ramshackle assortment of men before him, alongside his own troops. On the whole, their body types were all roughly the same; they were broad-shouldered and bulky. Most of them looked as though they hadn’t seen a day of true combat in their lives, but that was to be expected. The Skyrim Civil War had ended four years ago, and many of these men were young, but there were the bandits and a few veterans from the Civil War peppered amongst the younger men. Lagash was more than a tad unimpressed with the look of this ramshackle band of brigands and younglings, but for the time being it would have to do.
“Listen up!” He began, “I am Lagash gro-Nagrum, leader of this company of Orcs. I am under direct orders from my benefactor to train and equip you fine sons and daughters of Skyrim to fight for your freedom. You need not ask who I represent, or how I will do such a thing. All you need concern yourself with is taking your people’s future into your own hands, and out of the hands of the foreigner who sits upon the High King of Skyrim’s throne.”
In the back, one of the bandit chief’s came forward, his steel armor glinting in the sunlight of Hammerfell as he approached Lagash, his broad body coming within inches of Lagash, “And what makes you think that we all will bow do-“Lagash clocked the chieftain in the face, putting him on the ground in seconds, “Lesson number one,” he said, “do not disobey a superior.”
The Favor of Malacath, Part I
Gurzuk gro-Golmur
The Orcish armor bound to Gurzuk’s body shined from the degree of polishing and care that had been put into maintaining it. It was a sign of his respect, being that his armor was well-maintained, yet still showed signs of use during the incessant skirmishes with bandit groups and other marauders that characterized the Hammerfell-Skyrim border. He marched alongside his second, Gol gra-Nurzug, his hammer strapped to his back. The full weight of their boots clomped up the stone steps to the King’s Hall, the two of them anxiously awaiting the audience with the king.
“What do you think it is?” Gol asked as she strolled alongside Gurzuk, but Gurzuk didn’t respond, he was a tad bit anxious at the thought of going not only before the King, but also the entirety of the Council of Orsinium. Some of the most powerful people in Orsinium would be there, all of them staring right at him. As they approached the doors of the King’s Hall, the guards opened them and they entered the Council sitting at their chairs, the king upon his throne. Burkash grinned at the sight of Gurzuk and Gol, inspecting the two warriors of Orsinium for a long while before speaking, “Greetings, Gurzuk and Gol. I have a…sensitive task for the both of you. Well, less sensitive and more vital.” The two of them looked to each other and then back to Burkash, Gurzuk speaking first, and “What is it you require, Lord?”
“I want you to find the hammer Volendrung and bring it here, to Orsinium.”
Gurzuk looked more than a little taken aback by the task at hand. The hammer Volendrung, practically the symbol of Malacath’s favor…in Orsinium. Gurzuk stammered as he began to speak, “M-My King! You wish for us to seek out…Volendrung?” Burkash nodded and looked around the council, looking at the lot of them, “Of course. You are one of our more esteemed warriors, therefore, I suggest you get a move on. Gather a group, and head for Largashbur, the last known location of the hammer.” Gurzuk kneeled before Burkash’s throne alongside Gol, and marched out into the open air of Orsinium, “Well then, Gol, let’s get moving. We’ve got a team to build.”
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