jackslate45 said:
With a proud step forward, Lune says "I will have it placed on my hand, as a reminder to use what I have learned here to defend those against injustice."
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He says, as the ink drop is placed on Lune's hand. You all watch as the ink does not let gravity take its course and it stays in place, even when Lune moves his hand. The ink then begins swirling through colors as if a living rainbow was inside of it before it brightens to the yellow of the sun. The ink then stretches across his skin, a bolt of lightning now can be seen. The ink then creates another image within the bolt, that of a scene of battle. Maximo raises an eyebrow. The ink continues to draw and depict the symbol in great detail until it is finished with showing the bolt with a battle inside of it.
Sphyh said:
Silvas steps forward and extends his right arm with his palm facing up and points to the spot that parallels the scar he has on his left forearm a few inches below the elbow.
"Master Maximo, it is an honor to study at the prestigious school."
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He places the feather back into the inkwell and then releases the single drop onto Silvas' right forearm. The ink swirls in colors and settles on a the outline of a bow made of bones from a horned animal. Two spikes protrude from the grip and both ends of the bow are spiked as well. It would be a fine bow to see in real life as the image sharpens to show the craftsmanship and engraving it would take to create such a beauty.
ahayford said:
Thank you for your gift Maximo. If you please, I would like the mark on my right forearm. I will endeavor to make good use of it.
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Again, Maximo renews the ink on the feather and places the drop where asked. The pattern continues and darkens to a brownish tinge, depicting an aged tome. Two iron bands bind the tome, along with a lock. The cover is splotched and worn but looks like leather or hide. There is no text on the tome to reveal its secrets within.
Axel said:
"Master Maximo, you honor me and my clan with your words and actions. I will gladly wear your mark on my arm. This will give it the place and honor such a mark is due."
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He finishes placing the ink and watches the colors swirl. They seem to come to life, as an emblazoning fire depicts a forge. The burning coals and flames seem familiar to Olek, as the tattoo finished its creation.
Graybeard said:
Mr. Maximo, I would like my marking to be here close to my heart. My mentor used to tell me that my power flowed from my heart and as long as my heart was true and good, my abilities would grow. It is an honor to become a student here and I swear to Pelor that I will not let you or this institution down."
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The ink expands and then contracts with a metallic silver color. The image spreads wings and sprouts a tail. The figure is unmistakeable, as the silver dragon opens its mouth just before the image stops moving.
Dragonwriter said:
Ararion calmly steps forward and holds the front edge of his dark hair back from his forehead.
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 |  | | A bold statement, having the marking in your forehead. Only one other has been as bold, and he stands there waiting. |  |  |
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Ferro bows slightly to Ararion, the symbol on his forehead flaring briefly. Maximo drops the ink onto Ararions skin and watches the colors and movement with interest. Again, the flames come forth, but begin swirling until they remain in place. The shape they form is that of a fiery eye, staring at everything and nothing.
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Maximo beckons Leilani forward, as he lays the last drop on her skin. The ink is placed where Leilani requests, as it immediately turns to a pinkish metallic hue. The shape evens out to that of a mask with a peculiar design. The eyes are empty and it would only cover the nose and eyes if it were only real.
Maximo steps back and places the contents back into the chest. He locks the chest and puts it away before turning back to you all.