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Rishi	text A woman stands in a clearing, deep in one of the vast forests of the East. She has spent the last few hours gouging a complex circle out of the forest floor with her talons, yet no dirt clings to her body. She munches on a piece of fruit as she shades her eyes from the fading sun with an upraised wing, waiting until the last light of day to start her chanting. As the sun fades, she swallows and moves to put it at her back so her shadow stretches across the symbol, seeming to clutch at it as she begins to scatter certain herbs and intones the words of the ritual in her wonderful throaty voice.
Rishi	Hours pass as the woman chants and chants, the hellish green light from the circle mixing with the soft aurora of silvers and blues of her anima, casting the whole area in an otherworldly glow. Finally, the ground opens and a bulbous orb spider the size of a dog crawls forth and jumps at her, before backing away from the circle's edge. "You shall not escape from this place until you agree to uphold the ancient bargain! I demand a year and a day of your service, as is my right!" The empty silver circle upon her forehead glows as she says this, bearing down upon the demon, which captiulates quickly agreeing to serve in a chittering voice. Molified, the woman scratches away the edge of the circle and releases her new slave to walk in Creation. "Now, for your first ask upon this soil..." she lifts her wings, exposing a very worn and tattered, yet still immaculately clean, dress "I need a new outfit."