Imbue, Empower (Daemos/Taryc)

[H3xle]

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Bastion​

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Taryc had awoken that morning smiling. Not that she didn't normally awake in a good mood, being an Inquisitor of the Primeval was better than just a good life. It was rewarding, had a great dental plan and provided hours of entertainment converting heretics and unbelievers. This morning was a bit different, however. This morning she would be meeting with one Lord Daemos to help customize her otherwise ordinary durasteel sword. Taryc was still young and fairly inexperienced in her powers, so she had to employ the arts of one with far greater knowledge to do what she wanted.

Of course, no one who knew her doubted what imbuement she wished for her blade. She desired a blade that would be resistant to the lightsabers some heretics utilized, but that also dealt flames to the unworthy, unwashed masses of unbelievers who she would strike down with it, and this morning that would all be made possible.

Taryc left her rooms after dressing in her customary armorweave bodyglove. She needn't bother with armor while walking through the Palace, nor did she need to go armed, but an Inquisitor was trained to be paranoid. She'd been trained to be a paranoid, battle-hardened, fire wielding Inquisitor since birth. It gave her a leg up on other Inquisitors, though she could hardly hold it against them. Accidents of birth were not something to be prideful of, what you did after was what mattered.

Taryc stepped through the hallways of the Palace on Bastion towards the room that she had reserved for this process. In their communiques, Lord Daemos had instructed her on what would be needed and she had seen to it that everything he listed was present or otherwise immediately available. After a few minutes of walking, it was a large palace, Taryc approached and entered the room. She saw a figure in the room, felt the power radiating from him and smiled softly.

"Lord Daemos, I presume."

[member="lord daemos"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien stod alone, clad in a deeply rich Glistaweb suit, which was so red that blood would be lost amongst the scarlet threads. Deep in meditation, the Ancient didn't even notice the continuous strain wrought on his arm by hammering blows to a chunk of steel that he sought to fix into a blade he would use soon enough.

The molten metal was hard, defiant, and unforgiving, but Damien knew it would eventually become a blade worthy of carrying. Why was he submerged into the Force while doing these actions? It was a part of what crafted Force Imbued blades to such a high caliber - they needed the energy the Force provided to harden the metals while making them sharper.

Lifting the massive chunk of glowing alloy with telekinesis, Damien turned and slowly shoved the metal back into the furnace. Watching the dancing flames for a time, he let the Force continue to channel through him into the heating core of his soon to be newest weapon.

Then, from behind Damien sensed a person approaching, followed by an assumptive comment on his identity, "Yes. I am Daemos, and you must be the one looking for a new weapon. Don't bother to keep that pitiful blade you already have, we will replicate it today. But first, I need to know, what are the specifications you want for the weapon? What size hilt and blade separately? Any particular choice of alloy? Wish to have an effect you can have born on the metal? Maybe have it spit flames?"

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

 

[H3xle]

Taryc grinned. This man cut straight to the point, an admirable trait and one she respected. Her eyes darted to the flames of the furnace as she neared. She topped nearer to the furnace than to Daemos, though clearly out of the way of his work. She thought for a moment as she unbuckled the sword at her hip. She set it down on a tabe behind her as she continued to contemplate the dimensions of her blade. She wanted to be one handed, so a hilt that was thirteen centimeters would be preferable. She was competent with many types of blades, though she preferred straight bladed cruciform hilts personally. The best blade length for her was likely something between thirty three and thirty seven inches, as her fighting style was one of quick, agile strikes, floating away from potential counters with agility rather than enduring the blow.

"I am under the impression that your method can make a durasteel blade resist a lightsaber?" She asked first, then continued to answer the rest of his questions. "If so, I would like a durasteel blade. The blade length should be thirty six centimeters, hilt length should be thirteen centimeters, cruciform straight blade, sharp on both edges, with a full tang. I would very much like it to be either activatably flaming or able to spit flames." As she said this last, her eyes gleamed and she grinned. Fire was something transcendent to this woman.

[member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[Matreya]

Hearing the full measurements and ideals, the Sith Knight nodded, smiled then spoke, "A being that knows what they want; beautifully spectacular isn't it?" He said in a low murmur. Turning his gaze finally to the woman, he let his eyes slowly maneuver their way up from the floor until they lay on her own eyes.

She was beautiful.

He nodded towards the metals and items needed to hold the alloys as they were super heated in the furnace - not many chose to use the Force as he did, "Grab whatever metal you feel is useful. Bring it here next to my own, and cook it in the heat from the flames. All the while you will need to channel the Force into the metal to create a bond between it, yourself, and the future weapon."

Drawing his own lump of metal free, he turned and again placed it on an anvil, where he began to once more hammer away, refining the shape as needed. Utilising his Talismans of Concentration allowed less emphasis to be on the meditation, and more on the empowering of the metals.

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

 

[H3xle]

Taryc nodded and turned to the supplies. She grabbed tongs and a large bar of durasteel. She grabbed a pair of forge gloves and used the tongs to grab the durasteel and slid it into the furnace. She focused on her connection to the force, the fiery orb deep down in the bottom of her soul. She focused the fire around the durasteel, using her connection to it through the force to make it hotter. She then folded her concentration around the durasteel, focusing it more and more around the future blade with every breath.

After a few minutes of concentration, when the bar was glowing near to white, she broke off a piece of concentration to address the sith knight.

"I have attained the ultimate level of my concentration..." she was obviously straining to multi task with the concentration she was focusing on the bar. The bar itself seemed to be on fire, a corona of force energy enveloping it in faux-fire. She could have brought fire onto it, but figured she should follow his instructions to the letter and not improvise.

[member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien paused mid strike, turned his head, and watched the woman concentrate. The flame light cascaded across her features like a strobe, and it truly caught his attention. When she spoke, he jerked, grinned then nodded, "Now, bring the block to the anvil, grab a hammer, maintain that bond, and use it to mold the metal. We will do this twice, the first time layering the bit till it is larger than you require, then we will fold it, heat it, and do it all again.

"This allows for a powerful connection, strong steel, and a better chance at a successful fire manipulation. Also, in case you haven't seen a Force Imbued blade in action, it will glow whatever color you choose as an effect, but the flames will burn hot and be alive only as long as you concentrate on them." With that, he turned back to his work, lifted the still glowing metal. Placing it in a nearby bucket of ice water, he waited for the steam to dissipate than again pulled it free using TK, and moved it back to the furnace.

He would heat it multiple times himself. Usually his work was heated then folded more then the twice he was requiring of her.

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

 

[H3xle]

Taryc nodded imperceptibly to [member="lord daemos"]'s instructions. She withdrew the glowing rod of durasteel and grabbed a hammer with a trick of telekinesis. She brought the glowing rod to the anvil, plucked the hammer out of the air and began to strike the steel. She had forged before, her parents had insisted that she knew skills that would allow her to pass unnoticed in most societies, and the prevalence of melee weapons in the wider galaxy meant that a decent smith was always welcomed wherever she went.

She began her rhythmic pounding just left of center, starting close to the tongs and allow the force of the blow to spread the metal out towards her left. She tracked the pounding to the end of the rod quickly, then returned and did the same to the right side. By the time that she had completed both sides, the blade was not glowing as much, though would still be far to hot to touch. She then plunged the now larger rod back into the fire and allowed it to heat up again. Through it all she maintained a strict, iron-willed concentration on the rod, holding the force fire energies around the future blade with her mind.

Once the blade was glowing white again, she withdrew it and brought it back to the anvil. She held the rod so that it was perpendicular to the anvil. She pressed the edge of it to the anvil and with a series of deft taps, that still would have bruised a human to the bone, she bent the edge of the rod and folded it back upon itself. She quickly did the same to the other side, using some telekinesis to aid her in the task, but relishing the work of her own hands to much to let her mind take it all. Besides, the majority of her concentration was holding the force fire energies along the future blade.

She stuck the rod back into the fire, ensuring that it was evenly glowing before taking it out again and pounding the folds down into the blade. She reheated it again, then commenced in starting from the beginning. She pounded the rod until it was larger than she needed, reheated it and then folded it. As she worked, the training from her youth filled her muscles with memory, the sweat plastered stray hairs to her forehead, but still she worked. She held the concentration on the future blade, relishing the feel of the furnaces heat on her and the sweat dripping off of her. A stray bead hit the metal as she pounded it and she smirked at the hiss as it struck the corona of the heat around the blade and evaporated.

She knew that she had been instructed to only do it twice, but to ensure an even folding, she repeated the process twice more, doing the work in reverse to the way she had done it before, starting on the right side now when pounding the blade out, then folding it starting on the opposite side of before. When she had done four folds and had pounded the folds flat into the blade, she reinserted the rod into the furnace and paused. She continued to hold her focus on the blade, but turned to look at Lord Daemos to see if he was ready t instruct her on the next part of the process.

 

[Matreya]

Watching his own blade move so beautifully through the crafting process, Damien folded and manipulated his metal several more times, each time returning it to the heat of the Forge. Then, on the last time, he set the readily sharpened blade into the furnace on a rack, and moved to a separate table that held crystals.

Finding that the woman whom he was teaching neared the same point as he, he gestured, "Let the blade reheat once again. Leave it there. While its 'cooking', we will decide upon a crystal to embed into the hilt of the blade. Which will of course then be brought into the trinity of concentration so the whole of the weapon resonates with Force power and your own." Moving down the table, he spotted the one he decided upon instantly: a Ruusan crystal. Rumor had it the crystal could aid a Force User in focusing the Force, but he didn't care, rather he wanted a color to balance that of Kalligs Scorching saber, which was scarlet. The vanilla light emitted would be grand.

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

 

[H3xle]

Taryc scanned over the crystals, after having racked the glowing blade as instructed. She saw several types she recognized, Ruusan, Dantooine, Lava, Ilum...but after looking over them all, her hand went to a large lava crystal. She picked it up and could feel a raging heat from within the crystal. She grinned and knew she had found her crystal. Lava crystals were native to Mustafar, though they were traded all over the galaxy, crystals spent well and were hard to trace. The Lava crystals were known to cause a bade of extreme heat, some times spewing lava from the dense plasma blade itself. It was precisely the crystal she needed in her blade that she wanted to be able to spew fire.

She turned to [member="lord daemos"] and held up her crystal, the gleam of firelight reflecting in her eyes.

"I believe this one will be perfect, Lord Daemos." She said as she stepped back over to her work area. When she arrived, she looked up at the Sith Knight and waited. The whole time, her concentration had been on the blade. She had mentally continued to fold the fiery energies from within her into and over the blade countless times trying to create the strongest bond to it that she could. She glanced over and saw that it glowed near to white hot, and one could see the distortion of the air from her force energies, even with the heat from the furnace itself. She grinned and bore down harder on her concentration.

 

[H3xle]

Taryc took the lava crystal, blissfully hot in her hand, back to the work table. She saw that the blade she had been concentrating on this whole time was white hot. She arefully withdrew the sword using the tongs, being mindful to maintain her concentration, and laid it on the anvil. She listened to [member="lord daemos"] as he instructed her in how to set the gem in the hilt of the sword. The nearly molten blade seemed to welcome the lava gem into the hilt like a long lost lover.

Once assured it was set, Taryc set the blade back into the furnace on a higher rack. She let it sit there as she focused on it and the crystal embedded in the hilt. She folded her concentration on it like she had folded the steel, strengthening the blade with the force, ensuring its sharpness and allowing it to be imbued witht he fires of her sould, the furnace and the lava gem.

 

[Matreya]

Damien watched as the woman moved away from the table to place her gem inside the hilt of her blade, something the Knight was surprised by. She did it nigh perfectly! Offering himself a mental shrug, he moved to the furnace while holding his gem, and pulled free the now white hot blade.

Continuing his concentration on meditating with the trinity that he was creating, he brought the crystal into the loop, and placed it against the metal before slowly lowering it in with a soft push from his mind. Pausing, he exhaled then began hammering the edges for final touches. The imbuement would be enough to forge a sharp edge that would never need resharpened refinements, yet he wanted the blade to be so sharp it was perfect for shaving. Next he hovered the blade into the air, and enfused as much energy as he could into an aura that he placed around the blade, which soaked it up like a sponge.

Lastly, turning on his heel, he placed the blade into the water once more. When the hissing steam finally faded, he pulled free the still warm blade, set it aside and began working on a wooden hilt - crafted from Val'hallan Oak.

"You will need to craft your hilt and cross guard now. I am using a rare wood for my hand and a half hilt, I recommend metal for yours."

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

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[H3xle]

Taryc watched [member="Lord Daemos"] for a minute. He was proving to be a skillful weapon maker all around, and she was interested in what that blade he was making was going to be used for. After a moment, she turned back to the blade she had been concentrating on. The blade was still glowing, but everything seemed to be set, so she withdrew it from the heat and plunged it into the water next to her. She made sure to completely submerge it in the water, the water partially began to boil with the submerging of the blade, then settled as Taryc withdrew it and set it on the anvil. She took a drill and drilled three holes in the tang of the blade. She wiped away the grit from the holes, dunked it in the water again to make sure it was clean. She then wiped down the tang and set the blade aside. She moved back to the material table and picked up two roughly shaped pieces of durasteel that she could shape into the hilt.

Taryc brought the two pieces and began to work on them with a sander and file. She used both skillfully to make the two pieces seem like two halves of one piece that were long enough for her hilt. She then vised them together and drilled three holes at the same spots as the ones on her tang. She fit the pieces of the hilt together on either side and used vises to clamp them on. She then went back to the resource table and found three small rods of durasteel. She brought these back to the table and sanded them down to be sized correctly for the holes. She then heated up the small rods individually, then slid them into their holes and used a small hammer to make sure the malleable metal was taking up all of the room in the hole and cut away the rest of the metal. Once all three holes were done, she slid the hilt of the blade into the heat again and let it all heat up evenly again. Once everything was glowing hot, she withdrew it and used the small hammer to even out the sides of the hilt and ensure that the bolts, hilt and tang were welded together. She then reheated the hilt and quenched it in the water again.

Her hilt was almost finished. She made one last return to the materials station, never once letting her concentration on the blade slacken, and retrieved a length of blistmok hide leather. The blistmok was a native animal to mustafar, and so it's skin was naturally heat resistant. She took the length of leather over to her blade and began to wrap the hilt in it. The leather would provide a more sure grip than the naked metal would. Once she had completed the wrapping of the hilt, she looked over at Lord Daemos to see if he was at a point where he could tell her if her blade was complete or not.

 

[Matreya]

Finishing carving, then wrapping, Damien finally placed the hilt onto the end of the blade and hammered it into place, a powerful cement agent holding it there permanently. Lifting the blade, he swung it around in a few test maneuvers before smiling in satisfaction.

Igniting the aura of the blade in pure white color, he nodded in satisfaction before turning to the woman behind him, "You're finished now. Take the weapon and use it in the fight for the Primeval."

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

 

[H3xle]

[member="Lord Daemos"]

"Thank you, [member="Lord Daemos"]." She said and nodded. She offered a fencers salute, then sheathed the blade at her hip. She intended very much to use Fuegranna in the pursuits of the Primeval. She walked out into the hallway, and left the Palace for the training grounds.