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Chapter 4

The drunkard and the dragon
Added Tue Mar 17 14:28:23 2009 at level 51:

"Yah know, I've not had the pleasure of inking one of your kin before.
You arms, such a magnificant canvas!" "Yah doin' it like ah asked, eh? Ah
want it ta be jest right!" "Aye, aye, it's going to be magnificant!"

The pain started again as the inker began piercing my skin once more. Two
of my brothers, two of the best friends, the best brothers I could have
ever have had, have passed on. They believed in something bigger then
themselves, they fought and died for it, and I still stand, I still
fight. If I did anything but continue, no, strive to be better then I am,
then I would be disgracing everything they stood for. I would be
disgracing their memories, their spirits. They've left their mark on my
mind, on my very being, it's time they left their mark on my body too. I
go on for my family, for my Lady, and now for them. They feed my fire,
they drive me on, and I will live a life they could be being proud of,
all of them. The pain had ended, it was over, and yet it was worth it, so
worth it.

"Alright, be careful of it for a day or two, let it heal up, then just
make sure to keep it pretty, don't be getting cut on it!"

Atop a massive mound of large dwarven tankards, all with a giant 'A'
clearly carved into the sides, sits a gigantic black dragon. The dragon
sits with wings fully spread, front claws in the air reaching as if to
tear anything and everything apart. Its eyes look manic, fiery and
fierce, as blood flows freely from its wide open maw from the skulls
sitting inside. It looks pissed off, angry, and more then a match for
anything that wishes a fight. Upon its exposed chest and stomach is a
giant incarnadine spiral. Standing to the dragons right, confidant and
proud, is a diminutive fela. Her features are hard to distinguish but the
fire that seems to originate from her very skin blazes with an intensity
unrivaled by even the dragon. Her left hand rests upon the dragons left
leg, tenderly keeping a grasp as if to give it a guiding hand and
reassurance. The colours of the dragon, the tankards and the fela are
inked to an extreme so that they almost seem to come alive as the bicep
muscles in the right arm move. The wings cover the entire upper arm,
curling from near the back to almost touching the chest. No expense has
been spared in making sure that the tattoo lasts an eternity and stands
out like no other ink can.