----------------------------------------------------------------------- Ragnus here.... R.I.P. Kilgor and Telanwyr! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- :Bruised, *an Uruk*:Bruised> You slash *an Uruk*'s body very hard. *an Uruk* has recovered from a bash! R HP:Bruised, *an Uruk*:Hurt>You swiftly duck *an Uruk*'s attempt to swing at you. A black warg stops following *an Uruk*. A black warg quickly ducks below *an Uruk*'s wild swing. / A black warg lightly hits *an Uruk*'s left arm. *an Uruk* discovers a weakness in your defense! *an Uruk* deeply wounds your left hand with his slash. b - \ | / - \ | / - Roil is entering from the west, riding on a horse. A horse enters from the west. \ Your bash at *an Uruk* sends him sprawling. Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Hurt>Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Hurt>b A black warg lightly hits *an Uruk*'s body. R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Hurt>b Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Hurt>Roil begins quietly muttering some strange, powerful words. Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Hurt>b Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Hurt>b A black warg lightly hits *an Uruk*'s right leg. You slash *an Uruk*'s right arm extremely hard. R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Hurt>Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Hurt>b Roil utters a strange command, 'cone of cold' Roil nails *an Uruk* with a cone of cold! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded> Roil scratches *an Uruk*'s left hand with his slash. R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded>b Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded> *an Uruk* has recovered from a bash! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded> *an Uruk* turns to fight Roil. R HP:Hurt, Roil:Wounded, *an Uruk*:Wounded> Roil drops a black cotton shirt. Roil drops a black cotton hood. Roil drops a black pair of cotton pants. Roil drops a pair of white cotton gloves. Roil drops a black pair of cotton sleeves. b R HP:Hurt, Roil:Wounded, *an Uruk*:Wounded> *an Uruk* turns to fight you! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded>*an Uruk* slashes your body extremely hard. / - A black warg lightly hits *an Uruk*'s left foot. Roil begins quietly muttering some strange, powerful words. \ | / - \ | / - \ Your bash at *an Uruk* sends him sprawling. Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded> Roil utters a strange command, 'cone of cold' Roil nails *an Uruk* with a cone of cold! *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded>b A black warg lightly hits *an Uruk*'s left arm. *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded> You slash *an Uruk*'s head hard. *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded>b Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded> Roil barely slashes *an Uruk*'s head. *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded>b Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded>b Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded>b Your victim is already bashed! b R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded> Roil begins quietly muttering some strange, powerful words. R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded>A black warg barely hits *an Uruk*'s left leg. *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, *an Uruk*:Wounded>b *an Uruk* has recovered from a bash! *an Uruk* gets an emerald necklace from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. *an Uruk* gets a backpack from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. *an Uruk* gets a light kite shield from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. *an Uruk* gets a fine shortsword from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. *an Uruk* gets a light metal breastplate from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. *an Uruk* gets a leather bag from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. b / *an Uruk* turns to fight Roil. - Roil quickly ducks below *an Uruk*'s wild swing. \ | / - \ | / Roil utters a strange command, 'cone of cold' Roil nails *an Uruk* with a cone of cold! *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! - \ A black warg barely hits *an Uruk*'s body. *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! Your bash at *an Uruk* sends him sprawling. *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, Roil:Wounded, *an Uruk*:Awful>Roil barely slashes *an Uruk*'s body. *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, Roil:Wounded, *an Uruk*:Awful>b You slash *an Uruk*'s left leg very hard. *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! R HP:Hurt, Roil:Wounded, *an Uruk*:Awful>b Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, Roil:Wounded, *an Uruk*:Awful>b Your victim is already bashed! b R HP:Hurt, Roil:Wounded, *an Uruk*:Awful>b Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, Roil:Wounded, *an Uruk*:Awful>Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, Roil:Wounded, *an Uruk*:Awful>b A black warg lightly hits *an Uruk*'s left leg. *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, Roil:Wounded, *an Uruk*:Awful>b Roil scratches *an Uruk*'s body with his slash. *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! *an Uruk* panics, and attempts to flee! Your victim is already bashed! b R HP:Hurt, Roil:Wounded, *an Uruk*:Awful>Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, Roil:Wounded, *an Uruk*:Awful>b Your victim is already bashed! R HP:Hurt, Roil:Wounded, *an Uruk*:Awful>b b You discover a weakness in *an Uruk*'s defense! You slash *an Uruk*'s left hand very hard. *an Uruk* is dead! R.I.P. Your spirit increases by 48. You receive your share of experience -- 3707 points. *an Uruk* stops riding a black warg. Your blood freezes as you hear Kilgor's death cry. I see no here. Bash who? R HP:Hurt>I see no here. Bash who? R HP:Hurt>I see no here. Bash who? R HP:Hurt>chat rip kilgor You chat, 'rip kilgor' fame R HP:Hurt>On the 13th Day of Narie, Ragnus killed Telanwyr. On the 13th Day of Narie, Ragnus killed Kilgor. There were found 2 records about Ragnus, total fame 4. R HP:Hurt> Roil gets a golden sceptre from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Hurt> Roil gets a golden bracelet from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. Roil gets a golden bracelet from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. Roil gets a blue and gold emblazoned breastplate from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. Roil gets a huge mound of coins from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Hurt>chat and telanwyr You chat, 'and telanwyr' R HP:Hurt> Roil gets an ivory ring from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Hurt> Dindol chats, 'great' R HP:Hurt>chat *grin* You chat, '*grin*' R HP:Hurt> Violet chats, 'gratsh!' R HP:Hurt>say nice job guys You say 'nice job guys' R HP:Hurt>l Roil slides an ivory ring on to his right ring finger. R HP:Hurt> Roil slides a stone ring on to his left ring finger. R HP:Hurt>Atop a Forest Peak Exits are: E S W The ground levels to a narrow plateau here, and the ground looks unusually worn. The undergrowth is very thick on the southern end of the plateau, and the grass is very thin and worn. There seems to have been some traffic here recently, but there is no sign of life anywhere. The slashed corpse of *an Uruk* is lying here. A pair of sleeves made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. A pair of cotton gloves have been discarded here. A pair of pants made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. A hood made of black cotton lies discarded on the ground. A shirt made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. The slashed corpse of *an Uruk* is lying here. You are riding on a nice pony. A friendly little pony is here, looking well-groomed and happy. A friendly little pony is here, looking well-groomed and happy. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. Roil is riding on a horse. A horse is here, gazing at you. Dindol chats, 'even better' R HP:Hurt>say damn nice job The thick trees almost block out the sky, though it appears cloudless. Roil's orb flickers weakly. Saving Ragnus. Roil drops a blue and gold emblazoned breastplate. You say 'damn nice job' R HP:Bruised> Violet chats, 'ragnus you do that all by yourself? both of them?' R HP:Bruised>crr Roil nods solemnly. R HP:Bruised>You start to concentrate. - \ | / - \ Ok. You are still regenerating fast enough. R HP:Bruised> Dindol tells you 'you solo?'. R HP:Bruised>chat no You chat, 'no ' R HP:Bruised> Roil gets an emerald necklace from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Bruised> Roil gets an emerald necklace from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Bruised> Roil gets a light kite shield from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Bruised>chat i had help by the noble riol Roil drops a pair of thick, fur boots. R HP:Bruised>You chat, 'i had help by the noble riol' R HP:Bruised> Roil puts a stone ring in a backpack. R HP:Bruised>chat roil rather Isaias is entering from the east, riding on a horse. You chat, 'roil rather' R HP:Bruised>l Atop a Forest Peak Exits are: E S W The ground levels to a narrow plateau here, and the ground looks unusually worn. The undergrowth is very thick on the southern end of the plateau, and the grass is very thin and worn. There seems to have been some traffic here recently, but there is no sign of life anywhere. A pair of thick, fur boots are standing here. A magnificent blue and gold emblazoned breastplate lies here. The slashed corpse of *an Uruk* is lying here. A pair of sleeves made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. A pair of cotton gloves have been discarded here. A pair of pants made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. A hood made of black cotton lies discarded on the ground. A shirt made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. The slashed corpse of *an Uruk* is lying here. You are riding on a nice pony. A friendly little pony is here, looking well-groomed and happy. A friendly little pony is here, looking well-groomed and happy. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. Roil is riding on a horse. A horse is here, gazing at you. Isaias is riding on a horse. R HP:Bruised>chat and isaias Isaias beheads the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Bruised>You chat, 'and isaias' R HP:Bruised> Isaias beheads the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. Roil puts a light kite shield in a backpack. Roil puts an emerald necklace in a backpack. Roil puts an emerald necklace in a backpack. Roil puts a golden bracelet in a backpack. Roil puts a golden bracelet in a backpack. Roil puts a golden sceptre in a backpack. Roil puts a light kite shield in a backpack. Roil puts a black steel blade in a backpack. Roil puts a water skin in a backpack. Roil puts a silk scarf in a backpack. Roil puts an emerald necklace in a backpack. Roil puts a wool cloak in a backpack. Roil puts a leather belt in a backpack. Roil puts a water skin in a backpack. Roil puts a piece of meat in a backpack. Roil puts a brilliant orb of light in a backpack. Roil puts a torch in a backpack. Roil puts a torch in a backpack. R HP:Bruised>chat damn nice job guys Roil gets a small jewelry box from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. You chat, 'damn nice job guys' exa cor R HP:Bruised>You see nothing special.. When you look inside, you see: corpse (here) : A severed head of Atlas a silk sash a heavy, ornate scimitar..It glows blue! an etched leather girdle..It glows blue! a werewolf fur a heavy pair of metal arm braces a pair of dark runed gauntlets a pair of supple leather boots a heavy pair of metal leg plates an iron mask an ivory ring..It glows blue! a leather bag a light metal breastplate a fine shortsword a backpack an emerald necklace..It glows blue! a water skin a backpack a dark black shield a shadowy blade..It glows blue! a leather bag a large sack a stone ring..It glows blue! a stone ring..It glows blue! a backpack R HP:Bruised> Roil gets a werewolf fur from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Bruised> Roil gets a heavy, ornate scimitar from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Bruised> Roil gets an ivory ring from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. Roil gets a stone ring from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. Roil gets a stone ring from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Bruised> Roil says 'I'm damn eqless' get werewolf cor R HP:Bruised> Roil gets a dark black shield from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Bruised> Violet chats, '*grin*' R HP:Bruised>There doesn't seem to be a werewolf in the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Bruised> Roil gets a backpack from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Bruised>get fur cor Roil puts a dark black shield in a backpack. Roil puts a stone ring in a backpack. Roil puts a stone ring in a backpack. Roil puts an ivory ring in a backpack. Roil puts a werewolf fur in a backpack. Roil puts a small jewelry box in a backpack. R HP:Bruised>There doesn't seem to be a fur in the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Bruised> The thick trees almost block out the sky, though it appears cloudless. Roil's orb went out. R HP:Bruised> Roil gets an etched leather girdle from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. R HP:Bruised>say my i have the werewolf? Roil wears an etched leather girdle around his waist. You say 'my i have the werewolf?' R HP:Bruised>exa cor You see nothing special.. When you look inside, you see: corpse (here) : A severed head of Atlas a silk sash a heavy pair of metal arm braces a pair of dark runed gauntlets a pair of supple leather boots a heavy pair of metal leg plates an iron mask a leather bag a light metal breastplate a fine shortsword an emerald necklace..It glows blue! a water skin a backpack a shadowy blade..It glows blue! a leather bag a large sack a backpack R HP:Bruised> Isaias is leaving south, riding on a horse. R HP:Scratched> *an Orc* is entering from the south, riding on a black warg. *an Orc* is entering from the south, riding on a black warg. *an Orc* is entering from the south, riding on a black warg. *an Orc* is entering from the south, riding on a black warg. R HP:Scratched>j Roil gets a pair of supple leather boots from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. You attack *an Orc*! You deeply wound *an Orc*'s body with your slash. *an Orc* gets A severed head of Atlas from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. *an Orc* gets a silk sash from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. *an Orc* gets a heavy pair of metal arm braces from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. *an Orc* gets a pair of dark runed gauntlets from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. *an Orc* gets a heavy pair of metal leg plates from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. *an Orc* gets an iron mask from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. *an Orc* gets a leather bag from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. *an Orc* gets a light metal breastplate from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. *an Orc* gets a fine shortsword from the slashed corpse of *an Uruk*. cc R HP:Scratched, *an Orc*:Hurt> *an Orc* stabs your head. R HP:Bruised, *an Orc*:Hurt> Dindol tells you 'I would greatly appreciate if you can get me bracelts'. *an Orc* is leaving east, riding on a black warg. *an Orc* is leaving east, riding on a black warg. *an Orc* is leaving east, riding on a black warg. R HP:Bruised, *an Orc*:Hurt>You start to concentrate. - You hear loud cursing from nearby. \ | / - \ Ok. *an Orc* appears to be confused! R HP:Bruised, *an Orc*:Hurt> You dodge *an Orc*'s attack. R HP:Scratched, *an Orc*:Hurt>cp You start to concentrate. | / - \ | Roil attacks *an Orc*! Roil slashes *an Orc*'s body. / - \ Ok. Your poison now flows through *an Orc*'s veins! R HP:Scratched, *an Orc*:Wounded>b You dodge *an Orc*'s attack. R HP:Scratched, *an Orc*:Wounded>You discover a weakness in *an Orc*'s defense! You severely wound *an Orc*'s left arm with your slash! *an Orc* is dead! R.I.P. You receive your share of experience -- 23 points. *an Orc* stops riding a black warg. An orc soldier's last words are cursings at the yellow eye. An orc soldier leaves the group of someone. I see no here. Bash who? R HP:Scratched> Isaias is entering from the west, riding on a horse. j R HP:Scratched> *an Orc* is entering from the south, riding on a black warg. R HP:Scratched>You attack *an Orc*! R HP:Scratched, *an Orc*:Scratched>b You deflect *an Orc*'s attack. R HP:Scratched, *an Orc*:Scratched>*an Orc* gets a hollow-shafted spear from the slashed corpse of an orc soldier. *an Orc* gets a pair of thick, fur boots from the slashed corpse of an orc soldier. Isaias begins quietly muttering some strange, powerful words. Roil attacks *an Orc*! *an Orc* dodges Roil's attack. / - \ | *an Orc* panics, and attempts to flee! *an Orc* flees head over heals! *an Orc* is leaving west, riding on a black warg. / - \ | / - \ You can not do it this way. R HP:Scratched>j l They aren't here. R HP:Scratched>Atop a Forest Peak Exits are: E S W The ground levels to a narrow plateau here, and the ground looks unusually worn. The undergrowth is very thick on the southern end of the plateau, and the grass is very thin and worn. There seems to have been some traffic here recently, but there is no sign of life anywhere. The slashed corpse of an orc soldier is lying here. A pair of thick, fur boots are standing here. A magnificent blue and gold emblazoned breastplate lies here. The slashed corpse of *an Uruk* is lying here, its head missing. A pair of sleeves made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. A pair of cotton gloves have been discarded here. A pair of pants made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. A hood made of black cotton lies discarded on the ground. A shirt made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. The slashed corpse of *an Uruk* is lying here, its head missing. You are riding on a nice pony. A friendly little pony is here, looking well-groomed and happy. A friendly little pony is here, looking well-groomed and happy. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. Roil is riding on a horse. A horse is here, gazing at you. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. Isaias is riding on a horse. A black deer can barely be made out in the darkness here. R HP:Scratched> Isaias begins some strange preparations. R HP:Scratched>exa 2.cor Roil stops using a pair of soft leather boots. R HP:Scratched>You see nothing special.. When you look inside, you see: corpse (here) : an emerald necklace..It glows blue! a water skin a backpack a shadowy blade..It glows blue! a leather bag a large sack a backpack R HP:Scratched> Roil drops a pair of soft leather boots. R HP:Scratched> Roil wears a pair of supple leather boots on his feet. R HP:Scratched>exa cor You see nothing special.. When you look inside, you see: corpse (here) : Nothing. R HP:Scratched> Isaias is leaving south, riding on a horse. R HP:Scratched> Your blood freezes as you hear Daegul's death cry. R HP:Scratched> Roil is leaving south, riding on a horse. A horse leaves south. R HP:Scratched>yell giggle l You yell, 'giggle' R HP:Scratched>Atop a Forest Peak Exits are: E S W The ground levels to a narrow plateau here, and the ground looks unusually worn. The undergrowth is very thick on the southern end of the plateau, and the grass is very thin and worn. There seems to have been some traffic here recently, but there is no sign of life anywhere. A soft pair of boots have been left here. The slashed corpse of an orc soldier is lying here. A pair of thick, fur boots are standing here. A magnificent blue and gold emblazoned breastplate lies here. The slashed corpse of *an Uruk* is lying here, its head missing. A pair of sleeves made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. A pair of cotton gloves have been discarded here. A pair of pants made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. A hood made of black cotton lies discarded on the ground. A shirt made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. The slashed corpse of *an Uruk* is lying here, its head missing. You are riding on a nice pony. A friendly little pony is here, looking well-groomed and happy. A friendly little pony is here, looking well-groomed and happy. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A black deer can barely be made out in the darkness here. R HP:Scratched>iv inv Unrecognized command. R HP:Scratched>You are carrying: a light kite shield a shadowy blade..It glows blue! a slick, blue metal flask a jeweled, two-handed sword a heavy pair of metal arm braces a pair of thick metal gauntlets a pair of heavy, metal boots a heavy pair of metal leg plates an iron mask a blue and gold emblazoned breastplate a map of Lake-town a large, reinforced halberd a small jewelry box a fine two-handed battle axe a backpack a backpack R HP:Scratched> Isaias enters from the south. R HP:Scratched> Isaias panics, and attempts to flee! Isaias flees head over heals! Isaias leaves east. R HP:Scratched> Isaias enters from the east. R> Isaias leaves south. R> The thick trees almost block out the sky, though it appears cloudless. R>say may i have the werewolf roil? l You say 'may i have the werewolf roil?' R>Atop a Forest Peak Exits are: E S W The ground levels to a narrow plateau here, and the ground looks unusually worn. The undergrowth is very thick on the southern end of the plateau, and the grass is very thin and worn. There seems to have been some traffic here recently, but there is no sign of life anywhere. A soft pair of boots have been left here. The slashed corpse of an orc soldier is lying here. A pair of thick, fur boots are standing here. A magnificent blue and gold emblazoned breastplate lies here. The slashed corpse of *an Uruk* is lying here, its head missing. A pair of sleeves made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. A pair of cotton gloves have been discarded here. A pair of pants made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. A hood made of black cotton lies discarded on the ground. A shirt made of black cotton lies in a crumpled heap on the ground. The slashed corpse of *an Uruk* is lying here, its head missing. You are riding on a nice pony. A friendly little pony is here, looking well-groomed and happy. A friendly little pony is here, looking well-groomed and happy. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A dark warg stands here, its eyes glowing like a flame. A black deer can barely be made out in the darkness here. R>exa 3.cor You see nothing special.. When you look inside, you see: corpse (here) : a wooden raft R> Roil is entering from the west, riding on a horse. A horse enters from the west. R>say may i have the werewolf roil? You say 'may i have the werewolf roil?' R> Roil nods solemnly. whois roil R>Roil astranged brother of Boffbo.. R>say thank you You say 'thank you' R> Roil gets a werewolf fur from a backpack. R> Roil gives you a werewolf fur. rem fur R> The world seems dull again. R>You stop using a golden bear fur. R>wear 2.fur You wear a werewolf fur around your body. R>drop fur You drop a golden bear fur. 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