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The room rung with blades clinging together from blow to blow. The screams of pain was the mood of the sparring room. Many acolytes found that there was
no true hope in this room for their masters would eventually break them of their
individuality and replace it with a purpose of serving the Bogan. Rish was lucky
enough to have survived his training after his master made him sit out in the frozen wastes of the surface in nothing but his undergarments.
He shuddered at the memory and was thankful that it was over. Leaning against a wall near the entrance of the sparring room, Rish pulled out his journal and wrote a couple paragraphs concerning his new master and how his new training was going to begin today. After writing in it for a couple minutes, Rish closed the journal and tucked it away back inside his robes. He then thought of
his acolyte that had recently moved up to the rank of Crusader. He was proud
to have trained her and had come to like her. He smiled to himself at the thought and folded his arms and awaited his master to arrive...
no true hope in this room for their masters would eventually break them of their
individuality and replace it with a purpose of serving the Bogan. Rish was lucky
enough to have survived his training after his master made him sit out in the frozen wastes of the surface in nothing but his undergarments.
He shuddered at the memory and was thankful that it was over. Leaning against a wall near the entrance of the sparring room, Rish pulled out his journal and wrote a couple paragraphs concerning his new master and how his new training was going to begin today. After writing in it for a couple minutes, Rish closed the journal and tucked it away back inside his robes. He then thought of
his acolyte that had recently moved up to the rank of Crusader. He was proud
to have trained her and had come to like her. He smiled to himself at the thought and folded his arms and awaited his master to arrive...