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Rish sat near the front gate of the temple as he was putting the finishing touches on his tatoo,s. Spending hours upon hours, digging into his flesh using a small knife then feeling them with hot ink upon another small blade.
He was awaiting his new acolyte. Deakr was his name, he sounded like a trouble maker. And Rish wasint in the mood for insolence. By now his art upon his body was almost finished. It was finaly resembling the markings of the Bogan. Rish was quite devoted to their teachings. This was only a stepping stone to his devotion. But now it was almost time that his student was arriving, Rish put the finale stroke upon his body while the scorching hot ink seered his skin then put away the tools and then sat himself in a meditative posture awaiting his student...
He was awaiting his new acolyte. Deakr was his name, he sounded like a trouble maker. And Rish wasint in the mood for insolence. By now his art upon his body was almost finished. It was finaly resembling the markings of the Bogan. Rish was quite devoted to their teachings. This was only a stepping stone to his devotion. But now it was almost time that his student was arriving, Rish put the finale stroke upon his body while the scorching hot ink seered his skin then put away the tools and then sat himself in a meditative posture awaiting his student...