Yidhra
Mars Tsosûtiyakûtiyuska
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Intent: Ritual dagger.
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Manufacturer: Yidhra
Model: Orenkamen
Affiliation: The Sith Empire
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Production: Semi-unique
Material: Alchemized copper, maalraas bone, leather
Classification: Dagger
Size: One-handed
Length: 35 cm
Weight: 0.5 kg
It’s a trap.
Alchemized: The dagger is very difficult to destroy by conventional means. It can withstand lightsaber strikes and deflect blaster bolts, and ground electrical attacks.
Force Light: Exposure to Force Light will eventually destroy this dagger.
Force Nope: Ysalamiri, Voidstone, or other Force-nullifying or weakening effects will remove all effects of alchemy save for the lightsaber resistance.
It’s a trap: After enough tortured souls have been caught by the dagger upon their death, the blade will spring like a trap around the wielder’s mind, dragging their conscience into its core to be imprisoned with its victims.
At a glance, Orenkamen are nothing more and nothing less than a set of beautifully crafted alchemized daggers. As is fitting of any Sith who wishes to call himself such and not be ridiculed by his peers, so must the Sith of the Empire bear such arms – a display of their superiority, strength, and class.
Yidhra, a Pureblood with classical Kissai training straight from the hellish plains of Athiss, aims to be the savior of their evil dignity.
That is, at least, how she presents these gifts to the most powerful among the leaders of the Empire, with a light smile on her lips and an inscrutable glint in her yellow gaze.
They are anything but.
The Sorceress of Athiss crafted each Orenkamen with painstaking precision, inscribing the length of the tang – but only the tang, so that the runes might not be visible upon the blade. With every life that an Orenkamen takes, it stores a piece of their dying anguish inside its wretched core. After blood uncounted has tainted the blade, and the Orenkamen has witnessed the suffering of a hundred souls, it opens the gates to this prison.
Only, the gates consume the wielder.
Their essence is sapped by the Orenkamen while they still draw breath, trapping their mind into the tiny cell with all their victims, to be tortured and driven insane by their howls and claws.
