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The Skyfall Crypts

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Nestled high in the Peaks of this Mountain Ridge's second Mountain, the Skyfall Crypts lay deep in the snow and ice. These once proud Crypts served as a burial ground for some of this world's fiercest warriors, proud scholars and worthy leaders. However, due to the Crypt's legends, so too did the Crypts fall into legend themselves. As the years past, these stone halls began to crumble, the altars ruined and the energies of that mystical place became fouled by time's cold embrace. Recently, the crypts have become opened by two different factions. One Such cavern has been taken over by Necromancers, further dececrating this once proud place by raising the honored dead as servants to their evil schemes. The other is a lone being cloaked in shadow and bearing a strange black stone bow. Be it threat or friend, these caverns hold gold, gems and ancient weaponry ripe for the taking. But beware for the Dead are walking...just waiting to serve their new masters...

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Nestled high in the Peaks of this Mountain Ridge's second Mountain, the Skyfall Crypts lay deep in the snow and ice. These once proud Crypts served as a burial ground for some of this world's fiercest warriors, proud scholars and worthy leaders. However, due to the Crypt's legends, so too did the Crypts fall into legend themselves. As the years past, these stone halls began to crumble, the altars ruined and the energies of that mystical place became fouled by time's cold embrace. Recently, the crypts have become opened by two different factions. One Such cavern has been taken over by Necromancers, further dececrating this once proud place by raising the honored dead as servants to their evil schemes. The other is a lone being cloaked in shadow and bearing a strange black stone bow. Be it threat or friend, these caverns hold gold, gems and ancient weaponry ripe for the taking. But beware for the Dead are walking...just waiting to serve their new masters...

The Skyfall Crypts

Nestled high in the Peaks of this Mountain Ridge's second Mountain, the Skyfall Crypts lay deep in the snow and ice. These once proud Crypts served as a burial ground for some of this world's fiercest warriors, proud scholars and worthy leaders. However, due to the Crypt's legends, so too did the Crypts fall into legend themselves. As the years past, these stone halls began to crumble, the altars ruined and the energies of that mystical place became fouled by time's cold embrace. Recently, the crypts have become opened by two different factions. One Such cavern has been taken over by Necromancers, further dececrating this once proud place by raising the honored dead as servants to their evil schemes. The other is a lone being cloaked in shadow and bearing a strange black stone bow. Be it threat or friend, these caverns hold gold, gems and ancient weaponry ripe for the taking. But beware for the Dead are walking...just waiting to serve their new masters...

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The Skyfall Crypts is a part of Kingdom of Skyfall.

6 Characters Here

Bjorg Folkvar [34] A Nord warrior and denizen of Skyrim. He is a mighty Dovahkiin that wanders the land in search of fame, fortune, and wisdom as he grows his skill.
Eurander [25] Half elven Rogue who is just trying to make a living.
Jaralemo [14] Monk who has lived here his entire life and is entirely devoted to the great God Eras
King Paul Elupitser [14] King of Skyfall | DECEASED
Trophonia of Skyfall [14] Court Oracle of Skyfall | DECEASED
Artrea [12] Artrea was the Colossus of Light and Life, and in that regard, the most direct perversion of Gaia's succor. Though Artrea had no solid form with which to brutalize Gaia's children, it lived within everything that Eras' light reached.

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Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: Dilonbeinaud

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"You dont...unless you go through me. Not in a literal sense...but in a sense literal" Came the female's voice once more as she appeared once more on the Word Wall with her head bowed "Stay your blade...Qahnaarin. I merely wish to speak with you for a moment before I send you away from here" She said as she raised her head once again to look at him

"I have not been bested in combat in my entire existence...your skills are commendable with your exploits Dovahkiin..." She said as she tilted her head again "If you would not mind hearing my words, I would kindly ask a favor of you. From one Warrior to Another bound in Honor and Duty" She said

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Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: Dilonbeinaud

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Bjorg folded his arms across his chest and quirked his eyebrow. He was not sure if he could trust this dragon.Very few dragons could be trusted.

"I'm listening..." he replied.

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Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: Dilonbeinaud

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The Undead Dragon bowed her head once again and then spoke "Their was once a time I called Tamriel my home...but I was decieved by the Ideal Masters into unintended service for all Eternity. I wish for you to summon me there...through your Thu'um. I demand no answer...I demand no payment. My hope is that you will call me home, if you do, I promise to Teach you my Thu'um and fight along side you as your Grah-Zeymahzin, Your Ally" She said and looked him in the eye "Please...allow me a few brief moments of happiness through your call and I will forever be in your debt. Summon me when you feel the time is right" She said

Then the Dragonborne would feel himself disappear and in a nearby in with Varg sleeping at his feet and the new Shout in himself

Eloise Porenia Edenhelm has arrived, coming from Exalted Mountains.
Eloise Porenia Edenhelm has left the area, heading out into Exalted Mountains.
Bjorg Folkvar has arrived, coming from Exalted Mountains.

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar

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Bjorg stepped foot into Skyfall Crypts, torch held aloft. He desperately hoped the titan couldn't reach him in here, but there was little point in worrying about it now.

"Hmm... I actually recognize this place." He said, taking in the scenery, "I wonder if that dragon is still here."

Jaralemo has arrived, coming from Antechamber of the Kings.
King Paul Elupitser has arrived, coming from Antechamber of the Kings.
Trophonia of Skyfall has arrived, coming from Antechamber of the Kings.

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Jaralemo

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Off in the northernmost tunnels of the crypts, where Kings of Skyfall old had been lain to rest ages ago, a small crowd of robed figures gathered around two corpses. The corpses were on a raised platform - once used for burial ceremony, repurposed now for something much more sinister.

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Jaralemo

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Jaralemo removed from the folds of his robes two small, glowing, red stones. He placed both in the mouths of the dead. One between the teeth of the King, and one in the jaw of Trophonia.

Artrea materializes from the void.

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Artrea Character Portrait: Jaralemo

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Artrea emanated from the glow of the stones, down the throats of the dead, and attached itself to the corpses of the fallen. The stone in the mouth of the king cast a steady glow on the small circle of monks as their chants grew stronger. Artrea had gotten this far on the blessing of Eras, but would need the children of Gaia to finish. The corruption of the King had transferred to Trophonia. Now, for a second life as the light of Eras.

Power was seeping from here to all throughout the crypts. A faint glow became of gems and treasures. There was a rattling- ever so faint - as sinister bones stirred for the first time in centuries... Eras had touched the Crypts.

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Artrea Character Portrait: Jaralemo

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Bjorg ventured further into the crypts, keeping alert for anything moving that shouldn’t be moving. One hand on his torch, and his other gripping the hilt of his cursed blade, he stalked as silently through the catacombs as his armor and light source would allow.

Let’s see if anyone’s home…

”Las… yah’nir!” Bjorg’s Voice, empowered with magic and authority, whispered into the dark.

The words traveled through the crypts like a magical sonar, highlighting any living creatures with silhouettes of flickering red. Nothing would be safe from his senses - animals, people, constructs, demons… undead.

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Artrea Character Portrait: Jaralemo

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The red silhouettes of corpses at various cause of decay climbing from their resting places were too close for comfort. The rattling of bones, the sick whistling as those who should never stir again did, echoed throughout the crypts.

The chanting continued far off. The monks tried at their might, but still the stone in the mouth of Trophonia failed to illuminate like the stone in the mouth of the King. There was no true necromancer in their ranks, but still they tried.

Artrea grew impatient. The corruption had been transferred. The Oracle was no longer of ear to Gaia. However the corruption had to be truly set, and in order for Artrea to continue to survive, the colossi needed to feed.

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: Agatha Bizzenghast Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Artrea Character Portrait: Jaralemo Character Portrait: Ulaerius Sanguise

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The monks seemed to shift, stumble, and sway as their chanting continued with maddening pleas. The crypts seemed almost alive as spirits of long-dead warriors and priests seemed to lay at rest waiting for the right words to be spoken and eldritch symbols to be painted in freshly acquired gore.

Bjorg's magic would find something a bit revealing the further he made his way down into the crypts. The images of the auras of the monks would have been the only thing to have been revealed at first until two other auras made their presence known.

"You chant old words but lack the power or the understanding as to what they mean. You pray for magics to take hold and yet you do nothing to incite the cravings of cold dead flesh."

The words seemed to draw the monk's attention as Ulaerius slammed the butt of his staff against the cold hard stone floors of the catacombs. His presence was accompanied by a short old crone who simply gave a wicked grin and carried a massive cauldron which she placed before them.

"Ulaerius is rather skilled in the arts of necromancy."

The old hag muttered her compliment only to begin to cackle. Agatha waved her hands over the cauldron she placed before her only to then wave over to the monks to come and take a closer look. Ulaerius smirked a bit at the witch only to then reach down and pick a femur from the ground.

Elsewhere within the crypts , Eurander was about to make the biggest scores of his life as he found his eyes upon a couple of gem-encrusted rings sitting snuggly upon the fingers of a long-dead noble. All he needed to do was pilfer this loot and escape this dank and dark abode and find the services of a cheap wizard to see if the rings are mundane or magical in nature.

"Calm yourself......Nothing but you, this corpse, and a good meal within the Obsidian Halls......"

The Half-Elven rogue continued to mutter to himself as he slowly began to reach for the rings in order to properly secure them for payments owed and due.

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: Agatha Bizzenghast Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Artrea Character Portrait: Jaralemo Character Portrait: Ulaerius Sanguise

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Bjorg clenched the hilt of his sword tightly as scores of flickering red shadows filled his vision. He pulled the blade from its scabbard, a smooth and well-practiced motion - almost mechanical - and he set his cold eyes on his first foe.

Sinister violet flames danced across the Oblivion Blade’s edge.

The Dovahkiin strode forth. Daedric steel flashed. A mummified head tumbled to the ground.

Ysmir moved on, slashing his fell blade across an undead’s torso. A phantom wailed as the creature’s body burst into eldritch flames and its soul was wrenched from its body.

The Harbinger stepped over a third body, skull crushed by a fist reinforced by a dragonplate gauntlet.

Bjorg Folkvar growled into the darkness, his draconic aura burning strong, as the steady march of his boots echoed down the hall like drums of war.

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: Agatha Bizzenghast Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Artrea Character Portrait: Jaralemo Character Portrait: Ulaerius Sanguise

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Two of the monks broke from the group to wander towards the cauldron. One recoiled slightly at the femur, wondering it's use.

The stone in the mouth of Trophonia began to pulse. Artrea's light begged of the necromancer to release the flow of the light of the colossi through the dead oracle.

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: The Damned Character Portrait: Agatha Bizzenghast Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Artrea Character Portrait: Jaralemo Character Portrait: Ulaerius Sanguise

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The Necromancer held the femur and began to whisper a few eldritch words as the bone began to glow with an ominous green aura. The old Hag seemed pleased as two of the cultist approached. It was evident that they had no understanding of the arcane and what little they did understand of the divine had to have been superstitions and rumors. Agatha reached for a wicked knife upon her belt only to offer it towards the cultist who didn't flinch from the bone.

"Cut your hand, Dearie. Offer that force of life which flows strongly through your veins and take your rightful place amongst those who would oppress and belittle you."

Ulaerius smirk as he made his way past the two monks and towards the bodies laying out for their ritual transference. The dead king was a thing of potential even if he was no longer host but the former Seer of Skyfall was something to behold. The Plaguebringer rested his staff against Trophonia's resting space and his hand dug deep into the fresh wound that the prophet suffered only to feel blood-soaked organs and mangled flesh between his fingers.

"She suffered, but not too long I presume a pity."

Ulaerius began to examine the body a bit further as he removed his blood-covered hand only to then bring it towards the crystal that was the focal point for Artrea and their corruption. He simply brought his hand up high over his head and began his own chanting as the eldritch nature of his magic began to manifest as a sickly arcane ring shimmered around the stone.

"Khepa, Khepa, Ra Asparuk...."

Ulaerius whispered his chant as he brought his hand down upon the crystal focus now. The corruption that would take hold would be that of Artrea's design and hopes but backed by the power that the necromancer offered. His chant was no ordinary spell but of a contract for something greater.

Elsewhere within the dungeon, Eurander would let out a sharp gasp as the corpse he was about to pilfer from suddenly began to stir and let out a guttural groan. The Half-Elf quickly pulled a knife from a sheath on his belt only to dig the blade right into the creature's skull and watched as the faint glow from its eyes slowly began to fade. However the thief was not out of danger yet as another pair of glowing eyes seemed to come to life within the crypts, and then another, and another.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: The Damned Character Portrait: Agatha Bizzenghast Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Artrea Character Portrait: Jaralemo Character Portrait: Ulaerius Sanguise

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Clomp…

Clomp…

Clomp…


“Reeaaagh-urk!” Sshhlick!

… Thud.


A steady march of heavy metal boots approached Eurander from further down the corridor. Amidst the phantasmal glow of a sea of soulless eyes, two flames emerged from the darkness. One was the clear red flame of a torch held high overhead, but the other was long, violet, and radiated a sinister otherworldly aura.

The violet flame spun and flashed, and one by one the sets of glowing eyes faded away. Bjorg appeared from the shadows like a wall of muscle and steel. He towered above Eurander, who came to his chest, as he shoved his way through the shambling corpses while barricaded behind a suit of black and grey plate armor that covered him from head to toe. A large shield, a double-bladed greataxe, and a bow and quiver hung from his back.

“Either you’re an incredibly lousy graverobber that had the bad fortune to wake up all these draugr, or we’ve got a necromancer on our hands. Ya’ve got two choices, boy. Run away like a milk drinker and follow my trail out into the mountains, or hold my torch so I can make better use of my other hand. I’ve got to warn ya, though. Things aren’t lookin’ too great out there, either.”

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: The Damned Character Portrait: Agatha Bizzenghast Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Artrea Character Portrait: Jaralemo Character Portrait: Ulaerius Sanguise

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Trophonia's eyes flicked open, light flashing from them for a moment. She swallowed the stone with a grotesque gulp as she struggled to pull herself up-taking the time to marvel at her hands as she placed them firmly on the surface below her. It was rough, and hard, and firm - everything Artrea was not.

Trophonia grimaced. It was the attempt at a smile but the muscles of Trophonia's face had yet to relearn to function. Artrea, as an aside, had never smiled before. There was a first time for everything the Colossi was learning. Aches and pains began to present themselves across her body, disappearing with cracks and pops as she slowly contorted upward. Her eyes rolled around as they learned to focus. The glow faded but never truly went away, a sight to see when the pitch of the dark of the Crypts returned.

The stone in the mouth of the King faded to black, veins of the same color crawling across his skin. They webbed out from his mouth and blackened his face. They spidered down his neck in an intricate pattern.

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: The Damned Character Portrait: Agatha Bizzenghast Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Artrea Character Portrait: Jaralemo Character Portrait: Ulaerius Sanguise

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Eurander simply nodded at the heavily armored man knowing his best bet was to keep with the warrior until they could both escape this crypt. This man was something of a terror to behold and the Half-Elf didn't hesitate to take up the torch in order to light the way.

"Yeah, I don't want to die here."

He muttered a bit more as he raised the torch high above his head to illuminate the tomb a bit more. The thief glanced back at the ringed hand and decided to make a quick decision as he brought his blade down upon the dead hand to retrieve the goods.

"But I won't leave without a little something to prove this trip worth the risk!"

More of the dead began to rise around the pair of adventurers and a few groaned and seemed to call out in despair as their bodies that once had rest began to stir and shamble forward towards the living who didn't belong.

Ulaerius and Agatha stood their ground as Trophonia seemed to stir awake. As Artrea began to test out her new faculties the necromancer simply smirked and moved past the now risen Seer of Skyfall to examine the dead king with greater interest.

"Tell me what is to happen with the corpse of Paul Elupitser? I and the old woman have a 'benign' interest in the body and soul that had once ruled Skyfall."

The Necromancer continued to seem pleased with his work whilst the old witch continued to wait patiently for the monks to comply. Agatha continued to hold her knife out for the monks to do as she bid and The Plaguebringer simply awaited a reply as more of the dead around them began to rise from their slumber and await further orders.

"With our arrival and the words spoken many a being from realms much like our own but distinctly different enough to be called bizarre and eldritch began to fill the dead with the clawing and screaming souls that had once departed. I bend both life and death using my understanding of the essence between the realms and shape it to my desire....."

The Couldronmaster turned slightly towards Artrea and eyed the body she inhabited only to shake his head and raise his staff slightly off the ground causing more spellwork to flow through him and the surrounding area.

".....Quintessence is a unique substance to work with but the very fabric of the plane of negative energy is the most malleable to work with. So what does a good servant like myself get in return for helping you inhabit the Seer?"

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: The Damned Character Portrait: Agatha Bizzenghast Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Artrea Character Portrait: Jaralemo Character Portrait: Ulaerius Sanguise

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Bjorg handed the torch to Eurander and drew his shield. The shield, like the rest of his armor, was an intricate fusion of bone and metal. He held it high at chest level, leaned into his stride, and kept his sword arm pulled back. A skeleton rattled forward, sharp bony fingers reaching for the nord’s throat, but a swift shield slam bashed it to pieces.

He stepped over the shattered bones, crushing a skull beneath his heel, and marched onward without breaking his stride. Those that survived the initial shield bash found the tip of the Oblivion Blade poking the backs of their skulls after a sharp thrust. Bjorg felt the foul magic in the air. It left his skin feeling uncomfortably oily, and the stench reminded him of rotten meat.

“I think we’re getting close. Stay behind me. It’s about to get hot in here…” Bjorg growled. ”Zu'u dreh ni med nahgahdinok. Zu'u fen ag niin.”

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Character Portrait: Eurander Character Portrait: Bjorg Folkvar Character Portrait: The Damned Character Portrait: Agatha Bizzenghast Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Artrea Character Portrait: Jaralemo Character Portrait: Ulaerius Sanguise

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The Couldronmaster and the Old Witch simply turned their attention towards the exit they had entered from. Agatha simply glanced over to her companion and then towards the cultist and the risen 'Trophonia'.

"You all have a choice to make. Ulaerius and I can offer aid against the interlopers who are soon to approach this chamber. Otherwise, we can leave."

Agatha sheathed her knife only to move the cauldron she carried closer to Ulaerius as the necromancer began to weave the eldritch energies in the air causing the dead to writhe and shift within the chamber the cultist stood. The dead who lay dormant in their alcoves stirred and took up arms with blade or club and shambled closer to the due.

Further within the catacombs, the graverobber took up the torch and simply nodded and stepped over the fallen zombies and skeletons that the nordic hero systematically seemed to take out. Upon hearing that things were about to get hot, however, Eurander simply held the torch up high to give the fighter more light as they traversed the dark corridors of the crypts.