Laira Darkhold
Well-Known Member
Mandalore, Sundari
Beskar. It was the sacred metal of the Mandalorians, more than just valuable, it actually meant something. The care that went into crafting it, unique to them. So unique in fact, that the process, with only a few alterations had caused the creation of two other metals. Mandalorian Steel, Euk'gar, the little Iron easier and cheaper to craft, much more abundant than Beskar itself, but with all the sacred traditions and honorable professions of beskar. And Voidsteel, Tra'kar, the Force Dead metal only very recently created by several master smiths for the newly crowned Mand'alor.
It was odd seeing the sacred mineral pulled from the rock of Mandalore like any other material, processed in mass, and forged by hundreds of smiths and thousands of laborers. It had been a long time since Draco had done that, related to the forging of an armies worth of beskar'gam and the creation of Tra'kar in the early days.
It would be like that again soon.
The Harvester, one of three currently being assembled outside of the city rumbled restlessly. Just a machine, it felt as though it had a mind of its own, a hunger to tear apart the earth and pull apart the crust of Mandalore, hunger to tear from the highest mountain down to the very mantle.
A crusade demanded machines of war. Machines of war demanded machines of Industry work harder than they had in years.
OOC: Come in, do something with anyone about Mining/Forging Beskar.
Beskar. It was the sacred metal of the Mandalorians, more than just valuable, it actually meant something. The care that went into crafting it, unique to them. So unique in fact, that the process, with only a few alterations had caused the creation of two other metals. Mandalorian Steel, Euk'gar, the little Iron easier and cheaper to craft, much more abundant than Beskar itself, but with all the sacred traditions and honorable professions of beskar. And Voidsteel, Tra'kar, the Force Dead metal only very recently created by several master smiths for the newly crowned Mand'alor.
It was odd seeing the sacred mineral pulled from the rock of Mandalore like any other material, processed in mass, and forged by hundreds of smiths and thousands of laborers. It had been a long time since Draco had done that, related to the forging of an armies worth of beskar'gam and the creation of Tra'kar in the early days.
It would be like that again soon.
The Harvester, one of three currently being assembled outside of the city rumbled restlessly. Just a machine, it felt as though it had a mind of its own, a hunger to tear apart the earth and pull apart the crust of Mandalore, hunger to tear from the highest mountain down to the very mantle.
A crusade demanded machines of war. Machines of war demanded machines of Industry work harder than they had in years.
OOC: Come in, do something with anyone about Mining/Forging Beskar.