Forged through fire and force

[Shaddi]

With a sharp sound of metal on metal the hammers rung out. The sweat glistened of his brow, illuminated somewhat through the glow of the fires that the forged roared out of it's hungry maw. T'zanith held the hammer aloft and with precision and strength struck the hot metal before him on the anvil. Around him were the finest craftsmen and blacksmith's Shawken and the galaxy had to offer as they instructed and helped him forge the blade. The blade the ruler must forge, a blade to be his badge of office and the legacy he hoped one day to pass on to his children.

 

[Shaddi]

Through the mixture of Alusteel and Songsteel at it's core for the blade would be strong, hard and sharp. While he continued to strike the blade, pouring his force energy into the blade as the mystics near him weaved their spells upon the blade. Raising the glowing blade into the air as he looked it over with the force before quenching it in the warm oil and alchemy liquid mixture vat. The soft wisps of smoke that emanated from the vat told him he was almost done. All that remained was to engrave the runes upon the blade but as he pulled it out he heard the slight gasps from the craftsman next to him as he held the blade in his hand, the sword had become naturally black in the forging process.

 

[Shaddi]

Moving away from the forge T'zanith handed the blade over to the same craftsman that had gasped and with a nod signaled to him to begin grinding it down to allow it's edges to stay sharp throughout the ages. The long traditions of Craftsmanship and Blacksmith schools of Shawken that had survived for such a long time had allowed T'zantih to make the masterwork sword he had just created, though in actuality it wasn't fully done. With the golden infusion for the gross guard and the Tuk'ata head at the end of the pommel. Placing the Brylark tree hilt into the swords whole and then bound by cured leather over it.

 

[Shaddi]

While the Swords blade was ground and sharpened with both the traditional manner as well as sharpening it with Svolten Rhyolite to ensure it would never dull with the passage of time. T'zanith sat down and breathed out, the forging process had take it's toll on him. Focusing on channeling force energy into the blade while he made sure to hammer in a steady and precise rhythm to make the blade as well as possible had been both physically and mentally taxing, the physical stamina and mental fortitude needed to hammer the blade while simultaneously channeling energy being extremely challenging even to him, a former sith lord of renowned power. However he did find that upon completing the blade he felt it through the force, inside the blade was now a reinforced lattice both hardening the blade and sharpening the edge.

 

[Shaddi]

As he gathered the force into himself to refresh and soothe his body as much as possible as he only had the time it took to grind and sharpening the sword to rest. As one of the Crafts-masters approached T'zantih and handed him a silvery gold Dantari crystal that would be put into the small slot in the blade were it would be merged with the blade fully. He held the crystal in his hands and focused on the crystal while also refreshing himself. He was given three hours to do this while the sword was going through it's sharpening and grinding stage.

 

[Shaddi]

When he was handed the blade sharpened and pristine, ready to wield already but in T'zanith's eyes it wasn't ready just yet. Placing the crystal against the slot above the hilt he measured it and then with the force chipped away at the crystal until it fit snugly into the slot. Then the next step begun, holding the sword in his hands he began to submerge himself deep into the Force and then meditated on the blade and crystal until blade, crystal, and himself became as one entity.

 

[Shaddi]

The strain of melding the crystal to the blade caused him to almost pass out as he poured his very being into the blade that had been quenched in oil and his own blood. As he finally finished he fell back and was caught by one of the smiths. "It seems this is much harder than I thought." He said as he held tightly onto the blade in his hand, it was fully forged now and he felt it in the force. It was his now, his physical legacy now ready to be given to his children when it was time.

 

[Shaddi]

Now all that was left was to cast the alchemical enchantments upon it. As he stood up and placed the new blade upon a standard were it would be guarded until he could come to it once more in the morning, but now he was exhausted and drained. Now he would move to his chambers to sleep through the night. In the morning he took the blade to his private sanctuary were he placed the blade upon an altar. As he began to chant and weave his spells through sheer force of will, taking the blade and causing his blood to be the first the blade spilt in it's hopefully long life to come.

 

[Shaddi]

As the force energy gathered in his hands and around him, he began to weave his spells upon the steel before him. The first would be that the blade would only be wielded by him and by his future descendants. The blood he made it spill right at that moment was his own and it would be the catalyst for this spell of his, infusing it with recognition of his blood and as he did so, he realized that into his mind came a ritual for his descendants to perform to bind the blade to them as he was doing now. Next was the enchantment to increase it's already durable metals to even greater heights.

 

[Shaddi]

With the crystal being what it was he didn't need to cast any spells to make the blade take in the force around it so that the wielder could replenish himself faster with it. No he would instead enchant the blade so that those that were bound to it had increased focus and could channel the force even more effectively through it than any sith warblade would allow. In the manner he did all of this he also made the blade unaligned in the force, drawing upon both sides in it's creation and this would also prevent it from glowing like the force blades of the Jed'aii of old. "Now it is complete." He said as he picked the blade up, he was weakened and had been casting his spells upon it for the entirety of the day as he held it aloft and while channeling force lightning through it struck the wall, earning a content smile from the blades creator and master.