Unreviewed Celestial Crown of Sacred Blades | Divine Armaments of Mandalore

[Domina Prime]

DIVINE HALO OF THE ETERNAL FORGE

OOC INFORMATION​

• Intent: To design an exotic shield barrier based on the conjuring of Divine Armaments forged by Prime
• Image Source: Einarr's Journey [X] | Final Fantasy Versus [X] | Beginning After The End [X]
• Canon Link: Ichor Sword [X] | Spell of Conjuring [X] | Force Barrier [X]
• Permissions: N/A
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PRODUCTION INFORMATION
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• Manufacterer: Domina Prime [X]
• Affiliation: House Prime [X]
• Market Status: Closed-Market
• Model: Celestial Crown of Blades
• Modularity: No
• Production: Unique
• Material: Alchemized Azure Blackstone & Ha'rangirite
• Classification: Shield of Blades Runic Lexicon
• Size: Average
• Weight: Average

SPECIAL ATTRIBUTES
"Blades without hands, yet every one held by her will."​

The Celestial Crown of Divine Armaments is not a weapon in the traditional sense, it is a manifestation of faith, will, and craftsmanship converging into a single divine phenomenon. Born from the runic lexicon etched into every weapon Dima Prime has ever forged, this power does not reside in a single hilt or artifact, but rather across an entire pantheon of steel bound to her will. The symbols, when invoked through the sacred rites of Mandalorian Glyphscript & Nightsister ichorcraft, form a radiant shield of spectral armaments that orbit their mistress in divine choreography. These blades, glowing with the faint azure luminescence of the Force and beskar memory, are both shield and spear, an echo of every weapon she has ever loved, built, and sacrificed to The Cause. Each sword sings its own silent hymn, a fragment of the whole, their unity forming an extremely powerful barrier that moves with her thought and breath.

When called upon, the Holy Halo ignites into existence, a crown of phantom steel encircling her in a fluid, orbiting wall. Blasters and sabers alike crash against the spectral edges, scattering like light through crystal. At a command, the barrier can fracture into dozens of streaking blades that hurtle toward her foes, each a spectral missile of divine precision. Upon impact, the runes flare brilliantly, dissolving the blade into smoke and returning it to the vault's lexicon, ready to be summoned anew. It is a dance of faith and fury, a miracle of motion and intent, born of the belief that steel remembers its maker, and will always return when called.

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Runic Synchronization Network: Each blade ever forged by Prime bears the same embedded rune, the anchor of the Spectral Crowns creation. These sigils connect across metaphysical space, forming a tether between her and her vault of divine armaments. Through this connection, she can call upon her creations, forming them into the Crowns phantom array or summoning a specific blade directly to hand.

• The link functions across any distance, as the runes act as sympathetic conduits bound by will and blood.
• Should a blade be lost or destroyed, its essence still remains within the Crowns lexicon.
• The connection is instantaneous, though summoning large armaments or rare weapons requires a longer invocation.
• The runes shimmer with faint blue light when resonating, visible only through the visor's fifth eye.
• Each activation briefly strengthens the tether between Prime and her arsenal, increasing the Crown's stability.

Shieldblade Array: When activated defensively, the crown of blades manifests a swirling vortex of ghostly blades, each rotating in gravitational rhythm to form a near-impenetrable shell. The ethereal steel deflects kinetic and plasma-based attacks, cutting through bolts mid-flight or dispersing saber energy upon contact. The formation responds to her instincts, turning with her gaze and pulse.

• Each blade emits a minor energy field, harmonizing into a collective ward of cutting resonance.
• The array can shift shape, forming domes, walls, or rotating halos depending on Prime's intent.
• As damage accumulates, the crowns blades can flicker, dispersing blades momentarily before reforming.
• The field cannot protect from concussive or area-based Force attacks, as it's designed to cut, not absorb.
• The more blades in motion, the more energy is required to maintain the construct, limiting duration.

Spectral Blade Barrage: The Crowns offensive form is a thing of terrifying beauty. At a flick of her wrist or command of her voice, the blades detach and launch forward with blinding velocity, cutting through armor, stone, or even shields before dissolving. The weapons vanish upon impact, returning instantly to their dormant rune state.

• Capable of both focused single strikes or devastating volleys of phantom blades.
• Each launched weapon is guided by the will of its maker, allowing impossible trajectories and mid-air corrections.
• Projectiles leave behind trails of blue flame, marking their path in the air like streaks of celestial fire.
• Overuse causes a delay in recall, leaving Prime temporarily without access to the blades.
• The more she exerts control over trajectory and number, the more the blades strain her focus and stamina.

Glyphscript Convergence: When one blade is selected and drawn from the spectral blades, it manifests as solid steel, retaining all the divine enhancements of its physical counterpart. The Halo collapses around her, channeling its energy into the chosen weapon, creating a feedback loop of runic resonance.

• Once the weapon is returned, it reconstitutes itself around her form.
• In this mode, the Halo becomes a focusing array, amplifying her precision and strength.
• Overuse of the convergence ritual can fracture the runic network, requiring full recalibration of the vault's sigils.
• The effect cannot be maintained indefinitely; once the energy fades, the summoned weapon returns to spirit form.

INTRINSIC STRENGTHS
"One gesture, and the sky filled with spectral blades."​

Oversoul of Sacred Blades: When summoned, the Phantom Blades coalesce into a living constellation of armaments, an "Oversoul" born from Domina Prime's will and faith. Each blade, once forged, carries a memory of blood and craft; together, they form a single sentient shield that moves as though guided by instinct. The Oversoul reacts in harmony with its mistress's body and emotions, shifting its formation dynamically to intercept blaster fire, redirect sabers, and absorb kinetic impact. The more attuned Domina becomes to her runes and to the rhythm of battle, the more responsive and seamless this ghostly defense becomes. It is not merely a barrier of metal and light, but a communion of every weapon she has ever wrought, bound by the covenant of creation and war.

Manifest Arsenal: The ability to manifest and dematerialize any blade in her vault grants Domina a divine adaptability in combat. With a thought, she may pluck any armament from her spectral halo and wield it in corporeal form, or dismiss it back into the ether as swiftly as it came. This constant interchange between form and spirit allows her to change weapons on the fly, swords to axes, spears to sabers. Shifting her fighting style fluidly as the battle demands. To her enemies, it appears as though she is armed by the will of the gods themselves, conjuring new forms of death from the void with every heartbeat. To her allies, it is a living reminder of her mastery over both craft and chaos.

Glyphscript Aegis: The shield of phantom blades acts as more than mere protection, it carries the spiritual resonance of Mandalorian glyphscript and Nightsister ichor sorcery. Each rune glows faintly as it intercepts attacks, converting physical and energy-based assaults into kinetic discharge that disperses through the spectral lattice. The effect is a mesmerizing storm of glowing symbols and streaks of phantom metal, a barrier that hums like a sacred choir. While its power depends heavily on Domina's focus and vitality, the Runic Aegis provides a perfect blend of elegance and lethality, an expression of both faith and fury.

Living Art of War: Every use of the Phantom Blades strengthens their bond to Domina and the lexicon from which they are born. When wielded often, they begin to react to her subconscious will, circling her even before she consciously commands them, or aligning themselves to her stance in anticipation of a strike. Over years of devotion, this turns the collection into a living archive of her battles, a crowned halo forged of memory and myth. To witness her wield it is to see living art in motion: a symphony of blades singing their devotion to the creed of war and creation.

DESIGN FLAWS
"Blades sing where tongues dare not."​

Runic Overload: The Phantom Blades rely on an incredibly delicate balance of ichor energy, rune synchronization, and the focus of their wielder's mind. When summoned in great numbers or maintained for prolonged periods, the strain upon Domina's concentration grows immense. Should her focus waver, or her emotions spiral into rage or grief, the Oversoul of blades can fracture. The result is chaos: the runes desynchronize, blades flicker out of form or lash unpredictably, and the spectral barrier can collapse entirely. At its worst, this overload may even cause backlashes of energy that sear her armor's rune channels, requiring hours or days of restoration before the relics may be summoned again.

Essence Drain: Each manifestation of a blade draws upon the user's spiritual and physical stamina. Though the drain is subtle at first, prolonged combat turns the summoning into a slow siphon, leeching away Domina's energy and focus. The Oversoul feeds on her intent, her hatred, devotion, and discipline, and if overused, it begins to consume more than she can sustain. In dire circumstances, overexertion of the Phantom Blades can lead to complete physical collapse or spiritual exhaustion, leaving her defenseless and unable to recall even a single weapon.

Failsafe Protocol: As with all advanced Mandalorian glyphcraft, the Phantom Blades possess an emergency failsafe protocol engineered by Prime's runesmiths. Through a sequence of resonant tones and targeted cryogenic bursts, the spectral field can be destabilized and the rune network temporarily frozen. Once frozen, a precise vibration pattern, often delivered via high-frequency soundwave, can shatter the projection entirely, forcing the blades to dissipate back into their lexicon. This protocol is kept as a defensive contingency to prevent the runaway manifestation of rogue blades or corrupted ichor surges, though in enemy hands, such knowledge could prove catastrophic to the user.

Heretical Nullification: When subjected to a Force-nullification field, whether from voidstone, ysalamiri presence, or other means, the Phantom Blades lose all spiritual resonance and cohesion. The runes etched into each weapon's lexicon go dark, silencing the hum of ichor that sustains their spectral life. The blades fall inert, their forms flickering into nothingness as the link between physical vault and spiritual Oversoul collapses. Without the influence of the Force or ichor energy, Domina's arsenal becomes little more than dormant echoes trapped in the void between worlds. Recovery requires the nullification field to dissipate and a lengthy re-attunement process to restore synchronization to the runes and spirit-song that binds them.

"You cannot kill her. You'd have to slay every blade she ever made."​

The origin of the Phantom Blades traces back to the reawakening of the Ark of Ha'rangir, during the final years of the Black Crusade of the Starforges. In that age, when the void between worlds was thick with ruin and silence, Furyia Prime sought to preserve the legacy of Mandalorian creation, the artistry of war, the poetry of steel. What began as a study of Nightsister ichorcraft and Mandalorian Glyphscript became something far greater: the Oversoul of Sacred Blades, a spectral arsenal born from the fusion of witchcraft, smithing, and divine will. Each blade was first forged in the physical realm, tempered in the sacred forges of House Prime's monastery ship, and then bound by blood and breath into the lexicon of divine armaments, its true home existing between the physical and metaphysical.

It is said the first experiments took place beneath the Amber Vaults, where the forge-shrines hum with eternal flame. There, under the guidance of the ancient Warpriests of House Prime and with the whispers of the phantom Furyia Prime, Dima discovered the method of "runic echoing" the ability to link a blade's spiritual resonance to its physical twin through an ichor-bound rune. Using a mixture of Mandalchemy, sigilwork, and ichor crystallization, she inscribed runes of summoning and reflection upon every weapon she forged. The more blades she created, the denser the web of resonance became, until the air around her forge sang with unseen echoes of steel. When at last she spoke the Invocation of Binding, the forge itself became alive with spectral light. The blades stirred, lifting from their perches, forming a ring of ghostly metal around their maker, each one humming in reverence to the will that birthed them.

The process that followed was nothing short of divine refinement. The Warpriests dubbed the collection The Oversoul Armaments, for though each weapon possessed an identity of its own, its balance, history, and name, they acted together as a single sentient host. Through a complex web of glyphscript that connected runes within each armament to their mirrored sigils carved into the armory vaults, the Oversoul learned to respond instinctively to Prime's will. A gesture would summon them. A breath would command their formation. A whisper of focus could send them darting through the air like arrows of light. This was not mere sorcery or craftsmanship, it was communion. The forging of a bond between the creator and her creations so deep that the blades began to recognize her thoughts before they were spoken.

To outsiders, it was witchcraft. To Mandalorians, it was heresy wrapped in beauty. Yet none could deny its potency. In the heat of war, when the enemies of House Prime descended upon the scattered fortress-fleets, Domina Prime strode to battle clad not in armor alone, but in a halo of living blades. The phantom weapons revolved around her in celestial formation, intercepting bolts, cutting through foes, and shielding her kin in a radiant storm of azure steel. Where the Jedi summoned light, she summoned memory, each sword and axe a record of the wars fought in the name of their creed. Witnesses claimed that when she raised her hand, the air itself shimmered with runic light, and the hum of her arsenal sang the hymns of a thousand forges.

The Phantom Blades became more than a weapon, they became a symbol of Mandalorian resurrection, a manifestation of the creed's eternal truth: that war and art are one. Pilgrims from across the fleet came to witness their summoning, offering blades of their own in hopes of having them sanctified and added to the lexicon. Over decades, the collection grew, each new weapon absorbed into the Oversoul through ritual binding, expanding its reach and consciousness. It is said that the oldest of these blades whisper still, speaking in the ancient tongue of the Taung, recounting sagas of creation and destruction to those who dare to listen.

Yet the forging of miracles often demands the sacrifice of certainty. The Phantom Blades are known to act upon emotion as much as command, flickering with agitation when their mistress's faith wavers, or surging forward when her wrath ignites. Some Warpriests claim they possess fragments of the souls of those whose weapons were offered to the lexicon, bound eternally to serve in spirit. Others insist the blades have become a reflection of Prime herself, her will, her fury, her devotion made manifest.

Today, the Oversoul rests dormant within the Vaults of the Sunforged Cathedral aboard The Arks, sealed by Prime's hand and awaiting her summons. When war calls and the creed demands blood, the runes shall awaken once more, and the blades will sing their hymn of holy purpose through the stars. For as long as Mandalorians remember their faith, and as long as iron still answers to fire, the Phantom Blades of Prime will remain the shining proof that creation and destruction are but two edges of the same sacred sword.