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	Marrock's strut was that of confidence and leisure, each footstep echoing in the great hall that lead to the armory. [color=f7976a][i] Get marked, dressed and armed, eh[/i][/color], he thought to himself recalling the king's instructions.  His makeshift companions made their own way around him, some more hurried than others.  Once he finally found himself in the armory, he looked as the options that were displayed on racks and mannequins.  A simple, dark leather tunic with reinforced joints caught his eye.  He armored up with matching bracers and legwear before turning his attention to the weaponry.  

	He had already seen two swords get selected by the other sins, a traditional choice for sure.  Marrock wanted something a little different, however, and a jolt of excitement crawled up his spine when he beheld the onyx warhammer.  He grabbed it off of the display rack and observed it closer, appreciating the work that went into creating it.  With a handle and mast that was nearly as long as he was tall, the business end had two sides.  The head, or the blunt side, was about the side of a person's skull while the back end was an intimidating looking spike that existed specifically to render armor useless.

	Marrock twirled the weighty weapon between his fingers with ease, getting a feel for its balance.  In a pinch, it would do nicely, he decided, and made his selection official before walking off to get marked.

	As he got closer to the man who would administer the tattoo, he casually looked over his body and appendages, trying to decide upon a location.  In battle, Marrock found that his adrenaline hit its peak when he was in pain.  What better way to welcome pain than to pick a spot that would summon it often.  The vampire found himself staring at his own palm.  Welding the hammer with a fresh tattoo on that spot would certainly inspire rage.  Without a second thought, it was decided.  He held out his hand to the mark maker and displayed a crooked grin.

	"[color=f7976a]Don't be afraid to go in deep.[/color]"