W A R P R I E S T
"Touch the Azure Bloom, and you'll never stop burning."
OOC INFORMATION
Image Source: Tangled [X] | Hectorian [X] Qur [X] A R [X]
Canon Link: Soul Gem [X] | Ghostfire Crystal [X] | Blackwing Crystal [X]
Permissions: Ark of Ha'rangir [X] | Starfang [X] | Warpriest Beskar'gam [X]
Primary Source: N/A
PRODUCTION INFORMATION
Manufacterer: Domina Prime [X]
Affiliation: House Prime [X] | Mandalorian Empire [X]
Market Status: Closed-Market
Model: The Iron Bloom
Modularity: No
Production: Semi Unique
Material: Exotic Ore & Mineral
Classification: Force Imbued Flowerstone
Size: Varies
Weight: Heavy
SPECIAL ATTRIBUTES
"It grows best where death lingers. Perhaps it feeds on souls."
But most of these treasures were lifeless things, obedient to the flame and the hand.
Azure Blackstone is not among them.
A relic of cataclysm and rebirth, Azure Blackstone was born during the apocalyptic fallout of Strixa Prime, when an unstable Force Nexus tore open the planet's mantle and poured its malignant essence into the very earth. The result was a mineral that lives, a stone that sings, breathes, and feeds upon the energies of life and death alike.
Smooth and reflective as obsidian, Azure Blackstone is capable of transmuting and consuming any mineral or ore it touches, spreading like wildfire through the veins of a planet. When left unchecked, it grows into spiked fields of metallic thorns, iron flowers splitting into the hearts worlds from within like a viral splinter, once leaving entire regions as oceans of jagged blue glass.
To many Mandalorians, it is a weed of the gods, a divine infection that punishes weakness and rewards only mastery. To others, it is sacred: a test of dominion over the very bones of creation.
Flower Ore of Thorns: like a heartbeat, reflecting their emotions and will through subtle movements and shimmering light. The stronger the connection to the Force, the more violently it can react, sometimes growing in uncontrolled bursts, other times forming shapes of eerie precision. It is believed to whisper in the night, its vibrations forming echoes of voices long buried in the planet's core. To master it is to wrestle with a living will of metal.Viral Transmutation: Once exposed to air, energy, or organic contact, the stone begins to grow exponentially. It infects and converts countless mineral substrate, iron, rock, even beskar, into more of itself. The process creates sprawling crystalline fields of reflective blue thorns, capable of engulfing landscapes if left unchecked. The growth can be halted only through deprivation of energy or complete vitrification. Many worlds bear scars where Azure Blackstone once bloomed, their crusts split apart like rotted fruit.
Force Reactive Core: Under the influence of the Force, Azure Blackstone undergoes a brilliant transformation, from black mirror to radiant azure flame. This reaction releases immense thermal and kinetic energy, making it both a weapon and a power source. Jedi and Sith who have encountered it describe the sensation as standing in the presence of a hungry god, a consciousness that listens, tempts, and amplifies. When channeled properly, it can serve as a reservoir for Force energy, allowing for potential feats of creation or destruction far beyond natural limits.
Forgemasters Bane: To work with Azure Blackstone is an ordeal reserved for the mad or the divine. The ore resists all known plasma, radiation, and heat, defying even the hottest forges. Only through hybrid techniques, infusing cold fusion containment fields, Force bonding, and Mandalorian smelting rites, can it be shaped without detonating or growing uncontrollably. Its temperamental nature makes it a perfect mirror to the warrior's soul; any hesitation or impurity of purpose can result in catastrophic failure.
Catalyst of The Deep: When stabilized and crystalized, Azure Blackstone becomes a incredibly robust energy source, rivaling even kyber in potency. Some of the oldest Mandalorian relics are rumored to bear fragments of it, crownstones, reactor hearts, and the keystones of their starforts. It can amplify weaponry, armor, and even living beings attuned to it. Yet, every use carries a cost. The stone hungers; each spark of brilliance it grants demands equal sacrifice in will, body, or soul.
INTRINSIC STRENGTHS
"When it takes root, the world screams."
Eternal Soulstone: Azure Blackstone is a mineral that defies the very concept of entropy. Plasma blades hiss against it in futility; explosive charges bloom across its surface like dying suns and leave barely even a scar. It does not melt, it refuses. Even under the breath of orbital fire or within the heart of a star, it can endure. Fragments of the mineral have been known to drift through the void for millennia, tumbling through the deep black like seeds of oblivion, only to survive planetary reentry intact. To shatter it is not to destroy it, but to multiply it, each splinter growing back into new, thorned monuments of iron.
Reactive Power Source: When contained, stabilized, and refined through hybrid Mandalorian-Force engineering, the stone becomes an engine of righteous potency. Its crystalline lattice drinks energy like blood, storing thermal, kinetic, and spiritual power until called upon. The ancients spoke of reactors built around it, silent, humming shrines where energy pooled like holy water. But the power it offers is no gift freely given: it hums with hunger, demanding focus, faith, and iron will. Those who have gazed into a reactor core of Azure Blackstone swear they saw galaxies turning inside it, stars dying and being born within a single pulse.
Force Amplification & Communion: The Force does not flow through Azure Blackstone. It climbs it. The mineral acts as both conduit and crucible, amplifying Force energy. It reacts not only to the wielder's will, but to their emotions, rage, sorrow, devotion, all given form through the stone's radiant transformation. When ignited by the Force, it glows from within, veins of cobalt light coursing like rivers beneath its obsidian skin. To the sensitive, it feels alive, whispering, tempting, testing. Some Mandalorian zealots of House Prime believe this communion to be a dialogue with Ha'rangir himself, a conversation with the divine through the bones of the galaxy.
Adaptive & Regenerative Nature: The Blackstone remembers. When damaged or shattered, its crystalline structure reforms itself over time, reshaping into its original geometry as though guided by memory. This regeneration can occur even in vacuum, drawing on ambient energy from nearby systems to rebuild. Pieces separated by vast distances have been observed resonating at identical frequencies, suggesting a shared consciousness, an echo of a single will dispersed across many bodies. Ancient records tell of weapons destroyed in battle only to be found whole again decades later, their wounds healed, their edges keener than before. This adaptability makes the Blackstone alive in another sense, it does not merely endure, it learns.
Symbol of Divine Favor: To possess even a sliver of Azure Blackstone is to claim mastery over the living earth. House Prime treats such a feat as sacred, for the ore does not submit easily, it must be dominated, tamed through ritual, faith, and force. Only those whose wills burn hotter than the forge may shape it without perishing. Those who succeed are said to be chosen by Ha'rangir, marked as divine instruments of conquest. Their weapons glow with celestial fire, their armor thrums with a heartbeat not their own. The ore is both trophy and trial: a reflection of the Prime's philosophy that true strength is born not in creation, but in the act of conquering creation itself.
DESIGN FLAWS
"Touch not the thorn, for it knows the heat of the hand."
Unstable & Temperamental: Azure Blackstone is not a passive tool, it is a volatile presence. Its affinity to the Force renders it hypersensitive to emotion and intent. A craftsman's doubt, a warrior's rage, even the whisper of fear can trigger catastrophic instability. When its resonance falters, its energy implodes inward, then erupts outward in a violent explosion of blue fire and molten glass. Foundries have been swallowed by it's bloom, their forges replaced by smoking craters of radiant thorns. Controlling it is akin to holding a star in your hands, it may either burn you clean or consume you whole. The line between mastery and martyrdom is razor-thin.
Infectious Proliferation: The greatest danger of Azure Blackstone is not its power, but its will to spread. Once rooted in stone or metal, it grows endlessly, converting its surroundings into mirror-black spires. Within months, it could devour an entire complex; within years, a planet's crust. Worlds afflicted by it suffer a slow, agonizing death, their cores impaled by crystalline veins until the surface fractures and blooms into seas of azure glass. The only method of eradication is total annihilation: planetary vitrification or orbital bombardment until nothing remains. To the unprepared, a single shard is enough to turn paradise into a cemetery of iron thorns.
Forge Difficulty by Conventional Means: To work Azure Blackstone in a traditional forge is a fool's errand. It rejects flame, ignores heat, and defies plasma cutters. Even beskar, when mixed with it, often warps or combusts. Only by combining advanced cold fusion techniques with Force bonding can it be coaxed into shape. Forgemasters must commune with it, aligning their heartbeat to its pulse, or risk violent backlash. The result is that few in the galaxy possess the means or knowledge to shape it, those who can are revered, feared, or both. Their forges are half foundry, half cathedral, where every blow of the hammer is a prayer against oblivion.
Psychic Resonance & Corruption: The stone remembers the screams of Strixa Prime. Those who work it too long begin to hear echoes of those who perished in its birth, whispers, shadows, sometimes even visions of blue fire and molten oceans. These manifestations grow stronger the longer one remains in proximity. Some hear laughter, others weeping. A few even claim to see faces within the stone, staring back. Extended contact erodes the mind, slowly aligning it to the mineral's alien rhythm.
The Hunger: Every act of creation, every spark drawn from the Blackstone, demands tribute. The stone feeds not only on energy, but on essence, draining the life force, willpower, or sanity of its wielder. Weapons forged from it often bond parasitically to their users, sometimes growing brighter as their hosts grow paler. In time, some wielders report feeling hollow, as if their own spirit has been leeched into the ore. The Mandalorians of House Prime consider this a holy bargain: to bleed for power is the natural order of things. But to those unprepared for its appetite, the Blackstone is no gift, it is a slow, exquisite consumption.
Failsafe Protocol: Though Azure Blackstone defies much physical harm, the Mandalorians have engineered last-resort containment punishments designed to halt its parasitic growth. The mineral thrives on heat, energy, and Force saturation, so emergency protocols revolve around violently starving its lifeblood. Flash-freeze cryogenic cannons lock the crystal in place, making it brittle and susceptible to focused sonic strikes tuned to shatter its thorned protrusions. Vacuum burns can deny it the atmosphere it needs to expand, while severance detonators split its roots to prevent reforming. Even with all this brutality, the Blackstone is usually ever only paused, rarely slain. If even one shard remains, it may bloom again.
Nullification Ritual: Azure Blackstone depends on the Force like flesh depends on blood. If subjected to a Force-null field, be it from Ysalimiri, Voidstone interference, or necrotic dampening, the mineral's radiant azure sheen dies into a bleak, light-eating onyx. The thorns cease movement, falling as inert as petrified bone buried for millennia. Forge-wrought weapons and armors crafted from it become mundane relics, stripped of their predatory personality. Prolonged exposure can lead to structural decay at the cellular level, rendering what was once unstoppable now crumbled into dust. But should the Force return...the Blackstone may awaken furious at having been forced to sleep.
THE ROOT OF RUIN
In the aftermath of the cataclysm that consumed Strixa Prime, few believed anything could survive the planetary death throes of a Force Nexus imploding. Oceans boiled, skies burned, and the crust of the world split apart like an overburdened forge. What remained was a scar on the galaxy, a silent, drifting ruin caught between dimensions of light and shadow. From this devastation, however, came an unthinkable byproduct: crystalline growths that shone with impossible color, radiant blue veins gleaming through obsidian stone. The first miners who set foot upon Strixa's corpse called it Azure Blackstone. Those same miners never left. Their ships were found half-buried beneath new roots of that living ore, their hulls pierced through by glassy thorns.
When the first samples reached Mandalorian space, the reaction was one of awe and horror in equal measure. To the forgemasters of House Prime, it was a revelation, a material that breathed. To the Iron Priests and Warpriests of the faith, it was an omen. The metal sang beneath the hammer like a living heart, vibrating with power that seemed both divine and hostile. In its reflection, they saw the face of their god Ha'rangir, smiling. For this reason, it was not simply categorized as ore, but as a Relic Mineral, believed to be a direct manifestation of the god's will through molten creation. The decree was made: no world may mine Azure Blackstone unsanctioned, and no forgemaster may touch it without ritual, sanction, and sacrifice.
Through the centuries that followed, the Iron Clergy of House Prime built great forge-vaults beneath the stars, sealed monasteries and floating foundries devoted entirely to the study and containment of the Blackstone. These vaults became known as The Crucibles of Silence, for the artisans who entered them did not speak. Their minds were devoted to the hum of the stone, listening to its strange vibrations, recording every pulse and frequency as if deciphering divine scripture. Each vein was catalogued, each shard locked within transparent containment spires, surrounded by sigils and warding runes. The Warpriests stood guard as eternal wardens, treating the ore not as a resource, but as a prisoner that could never be freed.
Those rare and catastrophic blooms made the Mandalorians the de facto custodians of the material's secret. To outsiders, Azure Blackstone became myth, a whispered curse from the old forge-worlds, a bedtime horror told to apprentices about the dangers of greed. But within the Mandalorian Empire, it became a point of pride. The Warpriests saw in it a reflection of themselves: unruly, indomitable, ever-growing through violence. The Iron Clergy of Prime learned to graft the ore's crystalline structure into select weapons, using trace amounts within Starfang and relic armor to grant them unnatural resilience and power. Yet, such weapons are not forged, they are tamed. To err once in their creation is to watch the forge explode into sapphire flame.
Over time, special containment methods were perfected. The ore was encased in rune-sealed crucibles of tempered beskar and cooled within fields of null gravity to prevent spontaneous growth. The largest deposits were stored aboard The Iron Citadel, a worldship that now functions as both a shrine and prison for the Blackstone. Within its core lies a living chamber, a pulsating bloom of the ore itself, chained in place by Force-null cages and humming reactors that bleed off its excess energy. It is said the Citadel's crew live in perpetual twilight, for the light of the Blackstone never dims, painting every hall in eerie cerulean glow. None enter the heart of the forge without sanction from the Warpriests themselves.
Even now, the Mandalorians of House Prime guard the secret of Azure Blackstone with zealous vigilance. To some, it is a viral scourge on the galaxy; to others, a sleeping god that must never be awoken. Rumors persist of splinters of the ore drifting through space, seeded like stars, falling into planetary atmospheres like comets, what the ancients called The Bloomfall. Wherever these shards land, they root. They grow. They whisper. They wait for the song of the hammer to call them home once more.
And so, the Iron Creed remains etched in every forge where the Blackstone is stored;
"The gods gave it teeth. The fools gave it soil. The wise gave it chains~"
Out Of Character Info
Intent:
To create a unique and signature material to metalsmith into divine armaments.
Image Source(s):
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt4902964/
Canon Link:
N/A
Technical Information
Affiliation:
Mandalorian Empire
Model:
Iron Bloom
Modular:
No
Material:
Azure Blackstone
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