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[Voices of The Deep]

In the shadowed halls of ancient lore,
A whisper stirs the embers' core,
The Majestic Flame of Manda calls,
Through starlit nights and darkened halls.

Ha'Rangir, the destroyer's voice,
In flames of war, the chosen rejoice,
Their axes raised in fervent plea,
To shatter stars, to set souls free.

War for war's own savage sake,
A cycle of ruin that none can break,
From ashes cold, new life must bloom,
In the heart of chaos, a destined doom.

With Mythic Axe & Warrior's Creed,
The Majestic Flame shall plant its ember seed,
In every heart that yearns for might,
To dance with shadows, to kindle the light.

So listen close, O child of fire,
To ancient dreams and dark desire,
The Mandalorian spirit, fierce and wild,
In every wandering, war-torn child~

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION​

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PRODUCTION INFORMATION​

MANUFACTURER: The Inheritors | Mandalorian Protectors | Clan Solus Forge Works
MARKET STATUS: Limited Availability
MODEL: A T L A S
PRODUCTION: Semi Unique
MATERIAL: Something STRONG. Not sure, Help DX

TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS​

CLASSIFICATION: Mobile Mandalorian Monastery-City
LENGTH: 10 KILOMETERS
WIDTH: 10 KILOMETERS
HEIGHT: 10 KILOMETERS
ARMAMENT: N O N E
DEFENSES: EXTREME
HANGER SPACE: EXTREME
MANEUVERABILITY RATING: VERY LOW
SPEED RATING: VERY LOW
HYPERDRIVE: YES

STANDARD SYSTEMS​

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SPECIALIZED SYSTEMS ​

MONOLITHIC STARCITY:

ACADEMY OF WAR:

RELIGIOUS RIGHTEOUSNESS:

NOBLESS OBLIGE:

CITY-ARC OF ATLAS:

SELF SUSTAINING ECO-SYSTEM:

STARPOWERED SOLARFORT:

THE IRON HEART:


WEAKNESSES

DESCRIPTION ​

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[Voices of The Deep]

"How Many Times Can A Culture Be Divided?"

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION​

• Intent: To design a TRUE Mandalorian weapon from a lost Myth in a bygone ancient era. The direct counter and antithesis to the famed Darksaber created in 1050 BBY by the first Mandalorian adopted into the Jedi Order. Furyia Prime, the first Daughter of Destruction born to the unholy union of the last remnants of Taung & Sith Massassi she forged the weapon in the light of a dying star, evoking the mythic imagery of her glorious Ancestor as she attempted to carve a path through the galaxy and consume the universe in an all devouring flame! Murdered while young before her power could grow, she bonded her soul to The Axe and creating a VERGENCE in the force within the blade, haunting its steel and waiting for a Mandalorian Descendant to be judged by the Mandas Majestic Flame. A TRUE INHERITOR OF THE DESTROYER GODS DREAM! To the inheritor of the key goes power long lost & withered to time, eager to feast upon the fire and flames once again if one can avoid the CORRUPTION of Furyia Prime trying to overtake The Inheritors soul & spirit should their devotion to destruction and discord ever stagnate or falter. A new GLORIOUS weapon of a Mandalorian Myth for Descendants to fight over and compete for~
• Image Source: Ava's Demon [X] | Destiny Iron Lord Axe [X] Axe of Splendor [X]
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• Primary Source: Mythosaur Axe | Sith Sword | Majestic Flame of Manda | Furyia Prime

OVERVIEW INFORMATION

"This Fire Thirst For Sweet Songs of Steel & Carnage~"​

• Organization Name: The Inheritors | House Prime
• Classification: Lost Mandalorian Cult & Clan
• Affiliation: Descendants of Furyia Prime
• Organization Symbol: Sun With Eye & Sword

Description: Clan Prime is a primal hymn to the blood-soaked roots of Mandalorian culture, a clan born of the smoldering forge fires that once burned in the Age of the Warrior Poets. Where others have diluted their heritage with gadgets, jetpacks, and the empty proclamations of "honor" spoken through static-laden comm channels, Clan Prime stands unyielding. They do not adorn themselves with frivolous trinkets or rely on the cowardice of technological crutches. Instead, they turn their gaze inward, to the ancient bond of blade and soul, forging their identity from the crucible of war itself. To wield a sword in Clan Prime is not merely to carry a weapon—it is to bear a piece of their gods' legacy, a shard of destiny carved into the stars.

For the Inheritors of Kad Ha'rangir, the sword is more than steel; it is sacred. Every blade is given a name, as alive and storied as its wielder, for to the Inheritors, a sword holds the fate of both life and death in its edge. The act of battle is a prayer, and every stroke of their weapon is a line of holy scripture written in blood.

They are the last echoes of a time when warriors measured their lives not in credits or victories, but in the purity of their deaths. To inherit the Mandalorian way is to accept the curse and blessing of the blade—a destiny of sacrifice, fury, and transcendent glory. To die in battle, unyielding and unafraid, is not merely fate; it is the holiest of callings.

These zealots embrace war not as a means to an end but as an end unto itself. To them, life is only justified by the struggle it endures and the blood it spills. Where modern Mandalorians speak of honor with hollow voices, Clan Prime carves it into their flesh with the scars of battle. They do not kneel to reason, nor do they bargain for peace. They live for the radiance of chaos and the sweet annihilation of worthy foes, casting morality aside as a weakness for the untested and untrue. Their place in Mandalorian culture is one of brutal clarity—a mirror held up to the diluted hearts of their kin, reflecting what was lost in the twilight of their ancient age.

In the eyes of Clan Prime, the galaxy has forgotten its roots. It has traded steel for circuits, courage for cunning, and destiny for convenience. But the Inheritors remember. They remember the age-old bonds of the Warrior Poets, the songs of blades clashing under starless skies, and the glory of a life lived on the edge of destruction. They are the sacred keepers of Mandalore's original sin and ultimate purpose, reminding all who cross their path that the destiny of the blade is not one of safety or salvation—it is one of fire, blood, and the eternal dance with death.

GEOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION ​

• Headquarters: ATLAS
• Domain: ATLAS, the legendary cityship of Clan Prime, is a marvel of ancient engineering and spiritual devotion. A moon-sized colossus drifting through the cosmic void, it stands as both a sanctuary and a citadel. Its exterior gleams with layers of blackened durasteel and Mandalorian iron, etched with runes of the old gods and adorned with reliefs depicting the saga of the Inheritors. Solar arrays unfurl like wings to drink in the light of distant stars, fueling the vast power grid that sustains its countless halls, hangars, and forges. Within its armored husk lie temples devoted to Kad Ha'rangir, their altars lit by the fires of eternal conflict. From the lowliest apprentice to the mightiest Primarch, all who dwell upon ATLAS live and breathe the divine mandate of war.
  
  ATLAS serves not just as a refuge but as the beating heart of House Prime & The Inheritors culture and conquest. Here, young warriors undergo rites of passage within sprawling arenas where the clash of steel resounds like hymns. The ship's vast chambers are filled with foundries that birth weapons destined to carve legends, and its archives hold the preserved chants of warrior poets long past. For Mandalorians across the galaxy, even those who have strayed from the old ways, ATLAS is a symbol of unity and unyielding strength. Yet, it is no haven for the weak. ATLAS accepts only those who prove themselves worthy in the eyes of the Inheritors—those who embrace the ancient bond of blade and blood. As it drifts silently through the void, its presence alone incites both awe and terror, a wandering leviathan from a bygone age.
  
  
  The Tangled Shores: A graveyard of worlds, by contrast, embody the destructive legacy of the galaxy. Once planets teeming with life, these obliterated worlds now form a chaotic expanse of asteroid fields and fractured landmasses bound together by makeshift bridges and ships converted into orbital habitats. The Shores are a monument to Prime's doctrine of devastation, a scarred and fragmented region where the remnants of war stand eternal. Here, the Inheritors have transformed destruction into creation. Young Mandalorians carve out their lives among these jagged ruins, their existence defined by hardship and the eternal struggle for survival.
  
  For the clan, the Tangled Shores are more than just a domain—they are a proving ground. Amid the wreckage of fallen civilizations, fledgling warriors hone their craft, battling rival clans, dangerous wildlife, and one another for supremacy. The Shores are steeped in ritual, with every fragment of rock and hull infused with the stories of battles fought and lives lost. To survive in the Shores is to embrace the Inheritors' creed: to kill and be killed, to thrive amidst chaos, and to find strength in adversity. It is from these shattered worlds that the strongest among them rise, earning the right to ascend to the stars aboard their own castle-ships. The Tangled Shores are a crucible, and from their depths, the fires of Clan Prime burn brightest.

• Notable Assets: Heavy Metal

S O C I A L

D O G M A

H I E R A R C H Y​

The Inheritors of House Prime adhere to a simple hierarchy designed to reflect their creed of strength, cunning, and devotion to the Destroyer God. Each rank serves a vital role in their divine mission, ensuring that every soul within the guild embodies their primal destiny, whether through mastery of the sword, the forge, or the arcane.

The Primarchs – Triumvirate of the Divine Aspects​

At the summit of House Prime stand the Primarchs, paragons who embody the sacred trinity of Vision, Might, and Guile. They are living avatars of Kad Ha'rangir's philosophy, blending strategic genius, raw physical prowess, and cunning magecraft into unstoppable forces of nature. Each Primarch wields power and authority beyond reproach, commanding their fleets and armies with primal precision.

I. Vision: The seer who foresees the ebb and flow of battle, crafting strategies that ensure victory. Their plans are labyrinthine, their foresight unrivaled.

II. Might: The unyielding titan who crushes all before them with strength alone. The battlefield quakes beneath their presence, and their enemies know despair.

III. Guile: The shadowed tactician who bends the will of others to serve the clan's ends. Masters of deception, they orchestrate chaos and turn weakness into advantage.

Together, the Primarchs represent the ideal balance of Mandalorian strength, guiding the clan as both warriors and spiritual leaders.

The Wild Hunt – Horsemen of the Apocalypse
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Legends among the Mandalorians and terrors to the galaxy at large, the Wild Hunt are the elite champions of Clan Prime, handpicked by the Primarchs themselves. These warriors are not just masters of their craft; they are the living embodiment of Kad Ha'rangir's destructive dream.

Each member of the Wild Hunt is chosen for their unparalleled prowess, their unbreakable will, and their fanatical devotion. To the Inheritors, they are sacred warriors. To their enemies, they are heralds of doom, riding into battle as avatars of death and chaos.

- The Four Horsemen: Each champion represents an apocalyptic force—War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death—their deeds and wargear reflecting these primal archetypes.

- Terror Across the Stars: Riding upon starships adorned with the spoils of countless victories, they lead assaults on entire planets, leaving ruin and despair in their wake.

Among the Inheritors, the Wild Hunt is both a rank and an ideal. To be chosen is the highest honor, and to fail in their presence is to be unworthy of Kad Ha'rangir's grace.

The Lords of Iron & Emberborn – Steel & Soulflame​

Beneath the Primarchs are the two great pillars of Clan Prime's martial might: the Lords of Iron and the Emberborn, each revered for their mastery of their chosen paths.

- Lords of Iron: These are warriors who, despite lacking the gift of the Force, embody Mandalorian martial prowess. Their discipline, skill, and unwavering devotion to the art of war make them legendary. Clad in enchanted armor and wielding bespoke weapons imbued with the Force by their Emberborn brethren, the Lords of Iron are unrelenting engines of destruction.

- Emberborn: Mystics of the arcane, the Emberborn are Clan Prime's answer to the Jedi and Sith. Whether born with the Force or molded by the clan's trials, they command powers of fire, shadow, and raw energy. Their role is dual: to unleash devastating sorcery in battle and to imbue the clan's wargear with divine essence, forging the tools of Kad Ha'rangir's will.

Together, the Lords of Iron and Emberborn form the vanguard and spiritual backbone of the Inheritors, leading the charge with divine ferocity.

Beastmasters – Tamers of Chaos​

Below the martial elite are the Beastmasters, warriors who have tamed the feral creatures of the galaxy and turned them into instruments of war. Riding colossal beasts or commanding swarms of vicious creatures, they bring chaos to the battlefield. Beastmasters are both warriors and shamans, understanding the primal language of nature and bending it to their will. Their mounts are symbols of the Destroyer God's raw, untamed power.

- Role: To harness and weaponize the wild, unleashing destruction alongside their trained beasts.

- Creatures: From rancors and mythosaurs to swarms of voracious insectoid horrors, Beastmasters are never alone on the battlefield.

Forgeborn – Architects of War​

The Forgeborn are the artisans and engineers of House Prime, the architects of its war machine. While they may lack the martial prowess of their brethren, their role is no less critical. They forge the enchanted blades, impenetrable armor, and starships that fuel the clan's campaigns. Guided by the Emberborn's mystic teachings, their craftsmanship transcends the mundane, creating weapons and tools that are legends in their own right.

- Role: To create, repair, and innovate, ensuring the clan's warriors are armed with the finest gear in the galaxy.

- Creations: Beskar-forged armor, mythic weapons, and warships adorned with runes of power.

Flamewardens – Keepers of the Eternal Pyre ​

Sitting above the Children of Cinders but below the Forgeborn, the Flamewardens are the educators, priests, and mentors of Clan Prime. These seasoned warriors and mystics are veterans who have served Kad Ha'rangir faithfully, earning a place as stewards of the next generation. Though their role is not as celebrated as the Iron Lords or Emberborn, their contributions are vital, for they ensure that the flame of the Inheritors burns ever brighter in the hearts of the clan's youth.

The Flamewardens are tasked with guiding the Children of Cinders through the trials of battle and faith. They oversee rigorous training regimens, teach sacred warfare tactics, and instill the principles of Kad Ha'rangir into the impressionable minds of new recruits. Acting as both spiritual guides and tactical instructors, they bridge the gap between the raw potential of foundlings and the honed excellence required to rise in the ranks of Clan Prime.

- Educators of War: Flamewardens teach everything from the ancient art of the blade to starship combat, siege tactics, and the philosophy of war.

- Finders of Potential: They work closely with the Emberborn and Iron Lords to identify promising recruits, selecting squires and apprentices for the higher echelons of the clan.

- Mentors of Faith: Acting as priests of Kad Ha'rangir, they lead rituals of devotion and teach the sacred lore of the Destroyer God, ensuring every foundling understands their divine purpose.

Children of Cinders – Seeds of Chaos​

At the base of the hierarchy are the Children of Cinders, the foundlings and initiates of House Prime. These young warriors-in-training are given no mercy and no guarantees. Through trials of fire, blood, and steel, they must prove their worth and discover their place within the clan. Each is a spark waiting to ignite, their future dictated by the paths they carve for themselves.

- Role: To undergo relentless trials and forge their destiny, whether as warriors, mystics, craftsmen, or beastmasters.

- Path: Only through bloodshed and perseverance can a Child of Cinders rise to prominence within the clan.

The hierarchy of Clan Prime reflects their belief in a primal, meritocratic order. Each tier of warriors, mystics, and artisans serves a purpose, united by their shared devotion to Kad Ha'rangir's dream. From the Primarchs' divine vision to the Children of Cinders' raw potential, every member of Clan Prime embodies the unyielding spirit of the Mandalorian way.

M E M B E R S H I P​

The Trials of the Inheritors

Membership in Clan Prime is not granted lightly; it is earned through fire, fury, and the unyielding desire to carve one's destiny in the stars. This enigmatic house does not accept the weak, the timid, or the indecisive. Only those who embody the untamed potential for violence and the hunger for purpose are chosen to join their crusade of endless war. The methods by which they recruit are as varied and brutal as the clan itself, reflecting their belief that greatness arises only through conflict.

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The Seers of the Flame

The Seers of the Flame are mystical oracles, diviners of potential, and keepers of Kad Ha'rangir's will. They scour the galaxy's most broken places—war-torn battlefields, crumbling slums, slave camps, and primitive tribes—seeking out individuals who possess what they call "the ember within." These embers may take many forms: an unbroken spirit in a world of despair, a child wielding a blade with feral tenacity, or a condemned criminal whose heart burns with defiance even in chains. To these chosen few, the Seers offer a chance at power, purpose, and immortality through the blade. They promise not peace or salvation but the glory of inscribing one's name upon the galaxy through destruction and bloodshed.

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Acts of Fury and Accords of Vengeance

Clan Prime is not above creating its own recruits through calculated acts of terror. Whole villages, cities, and even planetary sectors have felt the wrath of the Inheritors, their inhabitants left orphaned and hollowed by the flames of war. To the survivors, the clan extends a grim invitation: join us, and we shall teach you to wield the blade that avenges your loss. Among these are the young orphans, who grow up in the shadow of their captors, training ceaselessly with a singular desire—to one day challenge and kill the very Primarch who destroyed their family. This cycle of vengeance is no weakness to Clan Prime; it is a holy fulfillment of destiny. For to die by the blade of a worthy successor is the greatest honor an Inheritor can hope for.

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Redeeming the Disillusioned

Clan Prime's call is not limited to the oppressed and the broken. They lure the disillusioned from all walks of life: wandering Jedi who have grown weary of the Order's platitudes, Sith who see only weakness in their current path, and even farmers and artisans who dream of something greater. To these souls, Clan Prime offers liberation from their doubts and failures. "You were not made to serve in silence," they whisper, "but to claim the stars themselves with your fury." These converts are tested mercilessly—forced to prove that their desire for transcendence outweighs their fear of destruction.

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The Trials of War

Beyond recruitment, every potential member must endure The Trials of War, a harrowing initiation that forces the aspirant to abandon their old identity and embrace the eternal cycle of destruction.

• The Trial of Fire: Survive a deadly crucible against overwhelming odds, often pitted against other aspirants in a fight to the death.
• The Trial of the Blade: Forge one's first weapon in the fires of the Starforts, giving it a name that symbolizes the wielder's destiny.
• The Trial of Devotion: Prove loyalty by executing a final act of severance from the past—be it renouncing one's faith, slaying a former ally, or sacrificing something irreplaceable.

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A Destiny Embraced

Membership in Clan Prime is not just a rite of passage; it is a covenant with Kad Ha'rangir and the ancient bonds of the Manda. Each Inheritor understands that to live by the sword is to die by it, and they embrace this destiny with fervor. For the blade does not discriminate—it merely fulfills its purpose. And for those who take up the sword of Clan Prime, that purpose is divine. To fall in battle is to ascend; to rise again is to burn brighter. The path of the Inheritor is not one of peace or survival but one of eternal glory through the fires of destruction.

C L I M A T E​

To be a member of House Prime and The Inheritors is to live every moment as if it were etched into the stars by fate itself, burning with the unquenchable fire of divine purpose. Among the Inheritors, life is not measured by years or possessions but by the weight of one's deeds and the blood spilled to carve their name into the endless expanse of the galaxy. The air aboard their warships hums with the chants of warrior poets and the ceaseless clamor of forges, crafting weapons as holy as any relic. Every member of House Prime carries the mantle of their ancestors, bearing the ancient bond of sword and soul that ties them to the Destroyer God, Kad Ha'rangir. Their devotion is absolute, their camaraderie forged in shared purpose and bloodshed. They are not a family bound by affection but a brotherhood of the blade, united by the singular goal of glorifying war and death in their purest forms.

Wandering the galaxy as an Inheritor of Prime is to walk a path of perpetual conflict in a universe that has forgotten its primal truths. While the Sith terrorize and the Jedi lord over their fragile domains, the warriors of Prime see both as hollow pretenders to power, their philosophies steeped in fear and stagnation. The Inheritors scoff at the diluted practices of other Mandalorians, who have abandoned the blade for gadgets and explosive firepower, trading honor for convenience. For Prime, every battle is sacred, every death a step closer to the eternal halls of the Allfathers Oversoul. They move through the galaxy like a storm, scornful of diplomacy and mercy, reveling in the terror their name inspires. To be Prime is to embrace a brutal existence where pain, glory, and death are indistinguishable, a cycle as eternal as the stars themselves.

R E P U T A T I O N​

The name "Prime" was once a whisper among the Mandalorian sagas, a ghostly echo of an age so distant it seemed more myth than memory. Children of Mandalore were lulled to sleep with tales of the Inheritors of Kad Ha'rangir, warrior-poets who wielded blades like extensions of their souls and embraced a destiny of blood and fire. But as the galaxy shifted into eras of technology, politics, and pragmatism, the name was smothered beneath centuries of ash, relegated to the forgotten pages of fairytales. Yet, like all things forged in the fires of the Manda, Prime could not truly die. With the rise of Domina Prime, the clan has burst back into the galaxy's consciousness, a terrible star flaring anew in the night sky.

Prime carries with it the weight of ancient terror. To the galaxy at large, they are anachronistic savages, a clan that eschews the conveniences of modern warfare to revel in the raw, primal ecstasy of close combat. Yet for all their supposed primitiveness, there is no denying the devastating precision of their assaults or the unshakable fanaticism of their warriors. Sith Lords who once sneered at the mention of Mandalorians have found themselves locked in mortal combat against Inheritors wielding radiant blades, their savage oaths echoing across war-torn worlds. Jedi, burdened by their creed of peace, look upon Clan Prime with a mixture of horror and morbid fascination, for in the Inheritors they see an unyielding conviction that mirrors their own, stripped of all restraint.

Among the Mandalorian diaspora, the return of Clan Prime has ignited fierce debate. To some, they are the embodiment of everything Mandalorians were meant to be: warriors bound by honor, tradition, and the call of the blade. They are seen as a holy reminder of the age-old bonds that tie Mandalorians to the stars, a throwback to an era of true strength before jetpacks and gadgets diluted the purity of battle. To others, however, Prime represents a dangerous fanaticism, a clan so consumed by their zeal for destruction that they threaten to undo everything the Mandalorians have built since the days of the Crusades. These Mandalorians see the Inheritors as relics of a darker time, unfit for the modern age, their uncompromising ways as much a curse as a legacy.

To the galaxy's rulers, Clan Prime is a nightmare dressed in archaic armor, a living testament to the untamed fury that lurks in the hearts of all sentients. Yet even their enemies cannot deny the savage majesty of the clan. There is a grim poetry in their methods, a beauty to their devotion that inspires both awe and dread. Sith and Jedi alike study their resurgence with wary curiosity, seeing in the Inheritors a reflection of their own struggles with destiny and power. Clan Prime is a paradox: primitive yet unstoppable, savage yet elegant, cursed yet gloriously free. And as their name reverberates through the galaxy once more, it becomes clear that they are not simply warriors—they are a storm. A storm that heralds not the end, but the return of an ancient cycle of death and rebirth.

C U R I O S​

Ever the ravenous this Ancient Mandalorian Artifact will never wither and rot. Indomitable might as is the path of the Manda, this blade will use the starforged warmth of it's flame to reshape and alter the shape of the axe to the inheritors soul. Giving the Axe a different appearance depending on it's current inheritor.

R U L E S​

Forged in the fires of conflict and consecrated by the Destroyer God Kad Ha'rangir, these ten pillars guide the Inheritors of House Prime in their fanatical quest to perpetuate war and chaos. These are the immutable laws of their ancient creed, carved into their hearts and blades alike.

1. By the Blade We Rise, By the Blade We Fall
The sword is the sacred symbol of fate. It carves our paths in the stars and marks the moment of our death. Live by it, and meet your end with honor, for the blade is both a weapon and a covenant with the gods.

2. Woe To The Worthy
Strength is the only law. If you can take it, it is yours; if you cannot hold it, you do not deserve it. Power belongs to those with the will to wield it and the strength to keep it.

3. Glory Is Found in Strife
War is the purest form of existence. Peace is the enemy of the soul, a lie whispered by cowards. Glory, honor, and eternity are won through blood and battle alone.

4. Honor the Old Gods with Fire and Fury
Kad Ha'rangir demands destruction, not for greed or vengeance, but for the sake of chaos itself. Each war ignites the heavens in his name, and every slain foe is a sacrifice to his eternal dream.

5. Age Old Bond
Your destiny is written in the stars, forged in iron and fire before you were born. Embrace it, for no blade or prayer can alter the course the gods have set.

6. True Inheritors
To wear the armor of the Mandalorian is to accept the ancient bond of destruction. We are the heirs of the Old Ways, bound to carry the dreams of our forebears and the chaos they unleashed.

7. Honor Thy Kith & Kin
To turn ones heart and ones blade against a brother or a sister is, in the end, weakness...a sickness that pollutes the soul of many Mandalorians. Regardless of the path of power one may walk, kin make us stronger.

8. The Cycle Is Eternal
Creation and destruction are inseparable. Every world burned is another foundation for the future. Embrace the endless cycle and be the instrument of its turning.

9. Courage Above All
To fear death is to betray your purpose. Meet every battle with defiance and every foe with valor. A warrior who shrinks from their fate is no warrior at all.

10. The Flame Must Be Stoked
Chaos is not self-sustaining; it must be fed. Conquer, destroy, and rebuild, for stagnation is death. The fire of Kad Ha'rangir must never be allowed to dim, for in its light lies the destiny of all Mandalorians.

These tenets are not mere rules but sacred edicts, etched into the lives of every Inheritor of House Prime. To live by them is to embody the glorious chaos of Kad Ha'rangir's dream, and to forsake them is to invite eternal scorn and damnation.

G O A L S​

House Prime exists as an unrelenting force of nature, driven not by morality, empathy, or sentimental ideals but by an ancient, primal mandate: to burn away the unworthy and glorify the chaos of war. Their purpose is not merely conquest but the perpetuation of conflict as an act of divine and existential worship. War, to them, is not a means to an end but the end itself—a sacred and joyous affirmation of their Ironbound destiny.

House Prime's warriors are driven by three interwoven promises:


1. Plunder: The spoils of war—wealth, resources, and captives—are symbols of their divine favor. The more they seize, the more their status within the House and the galaxy grows.

2. Pleasure: Battle itself is a transcendent experience, a divine ecstasy where pain, fear, and triumph intermingle. Their hedonism is a celebration of life's fleeting nature and a rejection of stagnation. When not at war however, the pleasures of the senses and flesh are never off the table.

3. Power: True power lies not in ruling but in the ability to destroy. House Prime's warriors take pride in the terror they inspire, wielding their strength as both a weapon and a message: There is only one rule in this galactic jungle. Devour, or be devoured~


The Inheritors of Clan Prime operate with singular zeal and primal focus, their goals a reflection of their ironclad creed and unyielding commitment to the chaos of the stars. Their plans of action serve to perpetuate the dream of Kad Ha'rangir and forge an eternal legacy of blood, steel, and fire.

I. Seize the Chains of the Underworld​

The galaxy's criminal underbelly is a furnace of opportunity, and House Prime seeks to stoke its fires. By overthrowing the Hutt Cartels and other underworld syndicates, the Inheritors aim to dominate the slave and drug trades, not for greed but as a means to fuel their war machine. Slaves become conscripts; narcotics and contraband are tools to sow discord and weaken enemy resolve. To the Inheritors, the scum of the galaxy are but embers waiting to be fanned into flames of destruction.

- Objective: Establish dominance over black markets, enslaving those who resist and drafting the rest into their growing warfleet.

- Outcome: A resource pipeline of bodies, weapons, and wealth to empower their campaigns of chaos.

II. Duelists of Destiny​

Clan Prime reveres strength above all, and few represent the apex of power more than Force users. The Sith and Jedi, for all their philosophies, embody the glorious potential of worthy adversaries. Unlike other Mandalorians who scorn the mystic arcane and view both Jedi and Sith with near equal disdain due to historical transgressions, House Prime actively seeks battle against these mighty foes, not out of hatred but as a sacrament to their Destroyer God. To cross blades with a Force-wielding enemy is to test one's destiny against the stars themselves.

- Objective: Seek and engage Force users, particularly Jedi and Sith, in ritual combat to prove the strength of Mandalore's heirs.

- Outcome: The greatest of foes are slain in battle, their weapons and relics claimed, their deaths offerings to Kad Ha'rangir.

III. Rekindle the Flames of Mandalorian Culture​

Where other Mandalorian clans have fallen to stagnation and the trappings of modernity, The Inheritors seeks to restore the primal core of their heritage. They launch expeditions to recover lost knowledge, ancient relics, and forgotten traditions of the Mandalorian warrior poets. House Prime gather all who possess the spark of the old ways—be they slaves, prisoners, or the oppressed—and mold them into living instruments of Mandalorian revival.

- Objective: Revitalize Mandalorian culture by preserving its lost elements, indoctrinating new recruits, and forging a stronger, unified future.

- Outcome: A resurgence of Mandalorian identity that stands unshaken against the galaxy's tides of decay and compromise.

IV. Forge Artifacts of Eternal Chaos ​

Creation and destruction are twin flames in the hearts of House Prime. They revere craftsmanship as a holy act, forging armor, weapons, and wargear that embody the primal passion of their people. From armor etched with saga-runes to weapons imbued with arcane properties, these creations are as much art as they are instruments of death. By blending Mandalorian engineering with the mysticism of the Force, they create tools that transcend the mundane.

- Objective: Master the art of war-smithing, producing mythic weapons and gear that elevate battle into ritual.

- Outcome: Weapons that inspire terror and awe, becoming symbols of House Prime's divine purpose.

V. Assimilate and Conquer ​

The Inheritors understands that the strength of the sword lies not only in its sharpness but in the will behind it. They conquer dwindling or lost civilizations and adopt their technologies, cultures, and strengths into the clan's tapestry. In this way, they ensure that no worthy element of the galaxy's past is truly lost. Their conquests leave ruin in their wake, but they also carry the seeds of rebirth, as every conquered people becomes part of the Inheritors' eternal cycle.

- Objective: Absorb the knowledge and resources of fallen civilizations, incorporating their strengths while destroying their weaknesses.

- Outcome: A diverse and unstoppable war machine that honors the sword's destiny to both destroy and create.

These goals are not mere ambitions; they are the essence of The Inheritors existence. Each act, whether of war, creation, or conquest, serves their divine mandate to perpetuate chaos and embody the glorious cycle of destruction and renewal. For in the eternal flame of conflict, the Inheritors find their purpose, their power, and their destiny.

FLAMES OF FURY CHRONICLES​

A masterpiece of Sith Alchemy infused with the malevolent spirit of a Mandalorian Descendant who lived not so long after the end of the Great Mandalorian Wars and hearing the voice of a DIVINE DESTROYER whispering into her ear the girlish imp of a tyrant forged within the dying light of a withering star a weapon WORTHY of her Ancestral Heritage. INFUSED & ENCHANTED with the ESSENCE of STARS there could be no mistaking the unmissable permanence this weapon leaves as it scorches the very air with a dark side presence of an infernal nature. An Age Old Bond, the Spirit of Furyia The Destroyers Daughter occupies the axe. Life cut short in her burst violence so catastrophic it once brought apocalyptic conditions to the worlds razed by it's flame this weapon is not for the feint of heart.

The Key to Treasure Vaults long lost to the ages, hidden away in the molten cores of planets pillaged and destroyed in glorious sacrificial warfare to the divine act of war itself. A Contract to WORTHY WARRIORS who follow the true path of the Mandalorian, to bestow upon their souls an ember that if fanned in the sight of the Flame Mother could bring precious purification in power, and in some cases, grant temporary power to the powerless should those ungifted in the force touch it's steel and be deemed worthy, and lastly but certainly not least to expel flames of delicious devastation, the sweet whisper and kiss of the sun as the Inheritor of The Furyian Axe will be burdened with an incredible power that will bind them to a contract of discord and dismay or scatter them to dust.

But to inherit this weapon of myth and woe one must beware and heed warning. Once set upon the path of emblazoned blood there can be NO GOING BACK! The Spirit of The Axe will whisper and scream, squirm and squeal even ignite the very sky to make sure its cries for destruction can be heard! The Axe will actively test its potential Inheritors with constant trials of tribulation and scrutinizing their every move and word. Judgment cast upon the unworthy as they suffer the terrible burns of a disappointed Flame Mother.

But to the TRUE INHERITOR! A Mandalorian worthy of the name and a son or daughter or Ha'rangir The Destroyer a sweet promise of an Age Old Bond. A promise of PLUNDER. PLEASURE. AND POWER!

DRINK YOUR FILL! FEAST UPON THE LIGHT OF THE STARS AND CONSUME THE GALAXY IN THY FLAME O CHILD!

It's all yours for the taking~

 

[Voices of The Deep]

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"Deranged Daughter of Discord & Destruction~"
◈ An Ancient Mandalorian Ghost Tale | The Majestic Flame Mother of Manda ◈

OUT OF CHARACTER​

Links: The Majestic Flame of Manda | The Furyian Axe | Kad Ha'rangir
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Image Source: Ava's Demon [X]

Intent: To create a more ancient and mythological Force Phantom/Ghost in Mandalorian Culture/Fables/History in direct opposition to Tarre Vizsla who lived in 1000 BBY in the form of a ancient Mandalorian Sith Spirit sealed within their Mythosuar Axe creating VERGENCE in the force from being forged in the presence of a Force Nexus. Lost to the erosion of time and expunged from the history books during the Ancient Mandalorian Civil Wars after the collapse of the Taung Age in 3960 BBY following the Defeat of Mandalore The Ultimate at the hands of Darth Revan.

Role: The Soul of Furyia sealed within the heart of her Mythosuar Axe this Ancient Mandalorian who lived following the end of The Mandalorian Wars after the tragic defeat of Mandalore The Ultimate. Born into the year 4000 BBY Furyia Prime is the first Mandalorian to be born into the Sith after being forged to a Sith Massassi & A Mighty Taung Warrior during The Great Sith Wars Bas-Relief. A Mandalorian Champion who managed to escape the collapse of Mandalorian Culture during the slow drift into extinction a vast majority of Taung endured during a time known as The Great Stagnation, a transitional period of history when the withering of The Taung allowed humanoids to inherit The Mandalorian Culture. In their inheritance however the name of The Old Gods was slowly eroded and fell out of favor with the culture.

In the height of her power, Furyia Prime was regarded as a menace across the stars as she tried to re-ignite The Mandalorian Wars in a spark of warmongering that was snuffed out long before it could become a great flame. The Weapon she forged within the heart of a withering star before it's supernova she used this Mythic Weapon to shatter the very stars and send solar systems into cosmic disarray and causing Force Nexus's in the wake of her destruction. Defeated by the combined efforts of The New Mandalorians and Jedi Masters before her power could be cultivated her enraged soul bonded to the Axe, sealing her spirit within it as she then became a Shade before being able to reach her destiny and become a Wound in The Force. Now a judge searching for the next Worthy Mandalorian to hear the Voice of the Destroyer and become the next Inheritor of Mandas Majestic Eternal Flame~

Ancient myth and legend expunged from time, Furiya Primes Sole purpose is to fulfill a promise to The Mandalorian Descendants. To destroy and usher forth glorious new life, or to stagnate, and wither into extinction like their ancestors the Progenitors of Mandalorian Culture The Taung. Trapped within her own mythic weapon of foretold mass destruction she awaits The Next Inheritor as a vengeful, wicked soul within the Blade of Eternal Fire.

PHYSICAL VESSEL
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Age Range: 28 [Age of Death] | 4000 BBY Decades After The Fall of Mandalore The Ultimate [Approximate Time of Life]
Force Sensitivity: Sith Lord [Radiant Force Spirit]
Species: Ancient Taung & Sith Massassi Hybrid Shortly Following The Steady Extinction of Taung in 3960 BBY

Appearance: Impish devil of devastation Furyia Prime in her life was a small, delicate Taung/Massassi with an incredibly unimpressive stature. It is said her Armor was always too loose on her so she shed it for oppressive power. Standing at only 5ft3 many dwarfed her in the battlefield and her own kin often ridiculed her as a warrior because of this flaw in her visage. Brimstone flesh of crimson and elongated horns sprouting from her skull Furyia was the first halfbreed child of a Taung & Sith Purebloods in the ancient days following The Mandalorian Wars. Into her adulthood this notion was quickly corrected as the biblical destruction brought to the galaxy during her short time left countless planets scorched under her great flame. In DEATH, her shade retains much of the detail of her physical body. A ghost sealed within a golden blade, sun marked and tattooed with force energy the image of Furyias Phantom is akin to that of a child. Daughter of The Eternal Flame and the Judge of The Executioners Blade.

SOCIAL CHRONICLE ​

Name: FURYIA PRIME | Daughter of The Destroyer | Sunbreaker of Solaris | Majestic Flamemother of Manda

Languages: : Ancient Mando'a | Ancient Ur-Kittât

Loyalties: Fanatic daughter of divinity lost, Despoiler of despots & devils the destroyers vessel Furyia Prime is the first fabled child of Kad Hara'gnir, zealous and god-fearing it is said during a period known only in lost text as 'The Great Stagnation' in which a period where the Mandalorian Sloth God of old Mythology had taken fervent and rotted root within Mandalorian Culture. Deranged daughter of an Alor she claimed to hear the voice of Kad Ha'rangir whispering to the very soul of the child that the galaxy was in desperate need of devastation and destruction of biblical design. The originator of an occult-like splinter of Mandalorians who turned to The Sith in order to usher forth an Age of Discord as demanded by her deity.

There can be no mistaking o audience. To hear the name PRIME is to evoke mythic imagery of destruction unfathomable by Mandalorian standards. She shattering and devouring of stars to cast solar systems into discord and total apocalypse just to force The Great Stagnation, the eternal enemy of Ha'rangir and his sons and daughters devoted and dedicated to sweet despotism and decimation of any and all things.

Wealth: Mythic in it's marvelous opulence are the coveted spoils lost to time hidden away in the Hollowed Heart of Despoiled Worlds smothered greedily away in Treasure Trove Vaults of Ancient Mandalorian technologies pillaged from worlds obliterated or assimilated in the ancient days of the Taung Occupation of The Stars. Her vast fortune was pillaged from Jedi, Sith, and Unworthy Mandalorians alike. The last remnants of technologies from ruined civilizations, riches and jewels from The Great Crusades. All buried and locked away across the galaxy in hopes that one day future Daughters of The Majestic Flame of Manda would inherit the Old Paths and usher forth a New Age of Discord & Destruction to end The Great Stagnation. It is the whisper of a promise, a fabled dream for the lost Children of Mandalore who still hear the echoes of their Mythic Ancestors who waged war for wars sake~

Notable Possessions: Of the countless riches and treasures horded and hidden away by Furyia The Destroyer there is but a single item the old tales speak of. A weapon of grand splendor and delicious design, radiant with the essence of destruction and forged within the heart of a Dying Star the enchanted bones of The Ancient Mythosuar Starforged into The Mythic Furyian Axe. Akin to the legend of Tarre Vizsla and his creation of the famed Darksaber, coveted by many Mandalorians even to the modern day The Furyian Axe is, for all intensive purpose, the DIRECT Antithesis to the Darksaber.

Where The Darksaber became a fabled mark of a Mandalorian Leadership thousands of years later the forging of the Furyian Mythosuar Axe was created in dedication to the old tradition of Mandalorians. A weapon created in the visage of The Old Gods and entwined with the Spark of Ha'rangir. The Axe was forged in the light of dying stars and devoured the souls of the vanquished to forever light it's eternal flame. A symbol of destruction and discord The Furyian Axe is the whisper of an age old promise. The Eternal Flame of War will never truly wither so long as the burning wills of Mandalorians remained. Lovingly named, The Majestic Flame of Manda~

Since her death, the soul of Furyia Prime has been forever bonded to the Ancient Blade. A force of judgement attached to the axe and flowing her power through it's starforged steel as she seeks the next Inheritor of The Eternal Flame. Her scrutiny draconian in it's judgement Furyia will only ever let Mandalorian Children gaze upon the axe yet alone touch it. But to wield her mythic weapon is to be a true child of Ha'rangir, a feat few if any left in the Mandalorian Culture can truly claim. But one thing is known for sure.

To the Mandalorian Son or Daughter who can inherit The Majestic Flame of Manda, will go unimaginable powers of delicious destruction.

Skills:: In life, Furyia was a creature of violence fire and mayhem. Nothing could satisfy her hunger for obliteration and sweet slavery, the voice of her god whispering in her ear she KNEW it to be true. The Daughter of Sith & Taung warriors the path of blood was not one chosen, but one inherited. The Executioner of Stillness and originator of The Eternal Flame her combat prowess in life was not what earned her the reputation that she is known for. Her study in Sith Sorcery & Alchemy from her father is what cultivated her thirst of delicious decimation as she became extremely proficient in Flame Magic, Soul Rending, and Necromancy by creating bonds with fallen Mandalorian Warriors and returning them to the field by infusing their souls with the spark of her Great Flame and attaching them to suits of armor so they may wage war once again.

Physically, her feats were none too impressive. But the might of her force potential was well recognized and over time, feared. So much so that it lead to a joint mission to bring her reign of terror to a swift and merciless end. At the height of her power, she had achieved the Sith Ability Supernova, the power to tear the core of stars from their bellies and drink upon their light to fuel her eternal flame of war and discord. It is said when she was slain, she bled cosmic starblood radiant with burning light.


Personality: Vengeful & Vindictive Despot of Divine Destruction! Impish devil of deranged despoilment Furyia Prime is in life as she was in death. A fanatic in her commitment to the Destroyer God Kad Ha'rangir and childishly vain her spirit has only spiraled into madness since her death and being sealed within a weapon once known to bring obliteration to the very stars.

In life, she was a Grand Executioner. Where her scrutiny of the weak was first cultivated during her continuous slaughter of enemies. And as she grew older, and her mother warned her of The Great Stagnation, a period in the the world where things would begin to rot and age from lack of change Furyia became incredibly dissatisfied with the state of things. To see stillness to her was to see stagnation taking root, and everywhere she looked she witnessed this sickness taking hold.

It angered her then. And it angers her now. Perhaps it was some twisted version of fate, chance, or maybe just cosmic coincidence that the Voice of The Destroyer would choose her as it's first vessel. But once the voice of sweet discord was heard, it made those embers stirring within her into a vicious and violent all consuming flame. To bask in the light of a dying sun and sing as it dies, this is her greatest joy, the one memory she cherishes above all.

It is not complicated sweet audience. Furyia is a creature of simplistic desires. To excess in the delicious delight of life and drink her fill until she was fat with strength and then expand her eternal fire across the galaxy while high from the sheer bliss of fulfilling her gods will.

The music of sweet discord and chaos which sings her into quiet satisfaction, delighting in the flames of ultimate destruction and finding her soul soothed when in the presence of incredible violence. A thirst and hunger, one eternal there is nothing else that will appease Furyia Prime.

If not entertained with the sweet song of violence the girl devolves into an insistent, overwhelming voice of madness whispering into the ear of the Axe's Holder. To be in the presence of stagnation, weakness and stillness? Furyia cannot fathom it, the sickness infectious to her very spirit as she radiates a great fire THROUGH the Axe her souls inhabits, burning away the unworthy should they be in her presence. It has been thousands of years since she has spoken to anyone that could even be considered a worthy inheritor of her power. If she were to find one, they would quickly discover Furyia to be quite the devilish imp as she torments and taunts the holder of The Axe.

COMBAT INFORMATION ​

Combat of Choice: Furyian Mythosuar Axe [X]

Combat Function: The Soul Sealed Within The Blade; Furyia Prime in her current form and state is incapable of 'combat' in the true sense. But as a ghost whose power was once considered mythic she wields incredible influence over the physical manifestation of The Axe as well as the Eternal Flame powering the ancient weapon. This weapon, independent of a wielder has the power to protect itself and deliver destruction on its own accord.

The Axe can defy the nature of gravity, either levitating weightlessly as it's metal frame is engulfed in flames to scatter her enemies to ashes her spirit can manipulate the axe as if it were a Phantom Weapon and she can project the flames of her power through it as a conduit to express her power.

This power however is limited without a wielder and true inheritor of The Axe. Without an inheritor these methods are merely self defense mechanisms to prevent the unworthy from collecting the mythic axe as it can be stubborn about who it allows to touch it. Even going as far as to lock itself to the earth by manipulating it's weight, sinking into the earth and denying potential inheritors from even picking the blade up if rejected.

However, should Furyias Spirit find a worthy inheritor of her Majestic Flame, the power and ability of both Furyias soul and the weapon itself will increase, bestowing the new inheritor with her own power.

Force Abilities: In her tragically short life, Furyia Primes power and flame was snuffed before she could continue to cultivate power during her fanatic madness egged on by the voice of a being claiming to be The Destroyer God. Despite her death at an early age, the very few things she managed to learn was enough to help her in the quest to end The Great Stagnation by consuming the galaxy in a glorious fire so new life may grow from its ashes.

• Force Flame: The first arcane art taught to her by her father along with sith sorcery the ability to conjure mighty flames of destruction is perhaps Furyia Primes most notable talent in the few remaining text of her existence left recorded.
• Sith Alchemy: Assisting in the creation of the forge her Mandalorian Mother, married to a Sith Pureblood learned Arcane Alchemy in order to forge weapons of incredible violence. Together, Furyia and her mother conceived the Mythosuar Axe and to enchant it sought out the heart of a dying star to infuse it with mythic destructive power.
• Force Phantom/Possession: Salvaging the ruined souls of warriors from the Field of Blades, she would infuse the spark of their souls with the majestic flame of her power and grant them temporary life by attaching them to suits of armor to once again wage war in the name of The Manda. In her death, she used this same wicked magic to attach her soul to the Furyian Axe, forever bonding herself to a physical tether and waiting as a ghost in the blade for the next inheritor of the Axe.
• Supernova: At the height of her power, derived from the constant consuming of souls and using the power of an Ancient Force Nexus she used her Axe, a weapon forged in the heart of a dying star and brought destruction to many planets with it's divine majestic flame. In that time, it did not take her long to discover the power through old text and scrolls. And after many years of tutelage eventually unlocked the power to shatter the very stars! Casting solar systems into complete discord and chaos in her attempts to usher in a new age of fire and flames. She was however, killed shortly after the cultivation of this power, and will likely be unable to ever return to the former glory of her power. Instead relying on the next inheritor of The Eternal Flame to be a worthy vessel of her mighty power.

INTRINSIC STRENGTHS ​

STARFIRE MOTHER: Daughter of The Destroyer & Mother of Majestic Flame of Manda; The ancient feats of this mythic figure lost to the inevitable god of time itself expunged from the scrolls and text in sheer spite and vicious hatred during civil wars of Mandalorian sons and daughters LOST to the path laid open in a beautiful flame it is she who DEVOURED STARS for their light in the mythic age when The Rakata fed upon the cosmos and all things seemed just a little DARKER! As in life as in death, Furyias vicious flame has long but withered after the temperance of time but still within her spark remains the remnants and echoes of a mythic age. O majestic flame mother, keeper of Mandas Mighty Fire! Cast away the nonbelievers with your scorching light! Bestow the worthy with an all consuming flame and usher in a new age of Mandalorian Power! Her spirit even thousands and thousands of years following her death rages with the wrath of her ancestors, the sheer oppressive might of her flame sorcery is second to very few. It is spoken that the true inheritor of The Majestic Flame will be burdened with a mighty fire threatening to burn away their very flesh to ashes and embers.

WARRIOR WHISPERER: Death speaker and igniter of lost warrior souls, Furyia possessed an innate talent for the occult and communing with the recently departed. For unknown reasons however, even to her, in her youth studying among Sith Priest she could only ever commune with the spirits of deceased WARRIORS. The death of her sibling, a humble artist she was never able to reach while her mother and fathers souls she could reach consistently. This led many to believe that the Collective Unconscious of The Manda had somehow bled into the soul of the child, allowing her to convene only with people of her own ilk. More specifically, souls forever bound for eternity to the mythic plane of the afterlife known only as The Field of Blades. Sweet flame mother, ever the generous in her love for her mothers people used these talents to enter into contracts with lost warrior souls. By searing them with the Mark of the Majestic Flame she could call upon their wandering souls as they fought in the afterlife for all eternity and temporarily attach their soul to the physical world to let them wage war once again! This power, lost to her over the years of stagnation still possesses the sirens call, and should she bond her soul to a new Inheritor, they will be able to call upon the precious souls of their ancestors to once again despoil and destroy and the name of their god and their descendants who would do the same for them!

KEY OF THE INHERITOR: The Ancestral Mandalorian Spirits of the Field of Blades will only ever answer the call from the Majestic Flame Mother, whose spirit is sealed within the mythic visage of her Furyian Axe. A signal that scorches the earth of the unworthy and draws the souls of their ancestors to its radiant light like moth to a flame. The Axe, much like The Darksaber, is a mark. A mark of fire and flames stoked by the Mandalorian soul, an age old promise to the Mandalorian Descendants that the Eternal Flame of War would never wither so long as the Mandalorian Spirit remained. The Inheritor of The Axe will inherit with it many things. A key to lost treasure vaults hidden by the Majestic Flames Children Eons ago, the promise of destructive power beyond comprehension, and the Might Light that calls the souls of lost warriors to its precious flame. Casting judgment upon the living with extreme scrutiny and bestowing upon them a spark of her power if branded worthy OR scattering them to the dust should she see stagnation in their souls. To any Mandalorian living or dead, the Axe is a key to their righteous future!

WEAKNESSES & FLAWS​

DERANGED DAUGHTER OF DISCORD: The voice of her god once so loud it was like song of fire and flame has long but drifted into a dying whisper. Her mind, twisted and maddened after eons trapped within her own weapon has long but sent this once powerful presence in the force into the downward spiral of deranged madness and incoherent ramblings. Her tongue locked in riddles and poetry in the language of her ancient people it would be a miracle if any future inheritors of her power could even decipher the terms and conditions of a spirit stricken with regret and fury. From requesting to be serenaded with the sweet song of destruction to even going through fits of rage and like a stubborn child refusing the call of the inheritor it is not uncommon for Furyia's spirit to reject activity altogether and simply enter an infernal state, preventing the wielder from taking the axe and effectively denying them access to their power. The next Inheritor of The Furyian Axe will have to ether appease the spirit within the blade, bond with it in attempts to claim its power, or be consumed by it's all devouring flame.

WITHER & ROT: Time, the ultimate killer. The longer time passes the weaker the flame becomes. The more the Mandalorian Culture withers away to the erosion of ideas and will her collective power lessens. To witness stagnation is to evoke mythic wrath and fury from a spirit whose soul purpose in it's life was the destruction of the Sloth God, viewing complacency and stillness as much more than weakness. But a disgusting disease! It nauseates her very soul, evoking vicious response from The Axe as it permeates dark side energies of scorching, burning scrutiny against any within it's presence, even potential allies.

LIGHT SCATTERED: To drink from the surface of stars was once the Sith Mandalorians greatest pleasure. What irony that it was that same delicious light that lead to her demise! As a remnant of an echo the spirit of Furyia Prime is but a smoldering ember of what it once used to be, and like all things permeated in the dark side as a Vergence in The Force and soulbond to what equates to a Sith Artifact as her Axe acts as a vessel of her power The Lightside of the force and it's mythic power of radiance can severely damage the spirit within the axe, either temporarily banishing the spirit or completely destroying t if certain conditions are met.

RAVENOUS HUNGER: A thirst so palpable that to ignore it's call is to feel the salt of ashes in ones mouth. To be not only a wielder of The Axe but to be a subject under its oath is to feel the scorch of the radiant flame itch into ones very flesh as Furyia Primes somatic thirst for superior destruction so sweet it could be a song sways the bones of both the living and the death. Woe to any scrutinized under her mythic flame as her promise is one of chaos and cremation! So sow a sweet symphony of destruction & discord is her one and only wish and it is a wish that cannot be IGNORED. Inheritors of the Axe must feed it's hunger for worthy warrior souls and the fires of mayhem consuming all, drinking her fill of the light warmth of the villain burned to ashes.

CURSED JUDGMENT OF FLAME: There can be no lie told within the presence of her mythic visage. The Furyian Axe cast judgment upon those within it's presence or field of infuence causing incredible discomfort and the boiling of the very flesh to those considered by her standards as 'Unworthy Warriors', wasted of their lifespark. Her judgement of individuals is merciful at times, and viciously scrutinized in others. However, those deemed as true followers of The Path are embraced by the majestic flame, bestowing them with the Mark of Mandas Heart, a brand of sorts forever recognizing them as a child of the Majestic Flame and shielded by it's incredible radiance. But this comes at a terrible price, as the spark infused withtin them will be forced to heed the call of the sweet song of discord and are obligated to fullfill the purpose of Mandas Eternal Flame or suffer the Curse of the Furyain Axe.

VICIOUS MOCKERY: Dwarfish Devil Imp Furyia Prime is as vicious with her tongue as she is her judgement. The fury of her flames is as radiant and scorching as her insults and constant teasings of delight. Utilizing the Majestic Flame granted to her by using her ability to bond with inheritors of the axe and it's subjects by bestowing upon them an ember of her fire she is able to gain critical insights into their past, feelings, insecurities and much much more allowing her to accurately pinpoint the most sensitive subject of scrutiny and exploit it to further gain control of the inheritor and potentially infest their body.

FLAMEMOTHER CONTRACT: While it is true that The Spirit of The Axe can bestow upon it's inheritor great power it comes with a soul contract in writing. One if rejected can cause incredible damage or even death to the inheritor or subjects of its Majestic Flame. The conditions of this power are simple, though not for the feint of heart. To compose a sweet symphony of chaos and destruction so that she may feast upon the fires of war and judge the souls of battle so she may reforged her chosen champions within the warm embrace of her light. But heed thy words o audience mine, her thirst can NEVER be quenched nor her hunger satiated, to destroy one village is to doom a town, then a city, then a continent, then a world. Her everlasting flame will be the last light in the galaxy, and it takes an incredible will to temper her unending appetite sweet subjugation and slavery.

NULL & VOID: Mysterious phenomenon such as the creation of force nulls and other force draining essences has a bizarre effect if held in the proximity of The Axe. It's majestic flame smothered and tamed as the Spirit Within the Axe withers in its power and influence, sending a chain reaction through it's inheritor and it's subjects should the weapon ever be struck with force light while under these conditions. As it serves now, this is the most reliable way to transport and contain The Axe without it's righteous flame attempting to scorch away those within it's presence judged as unworthy.

HISTORICAL CHRONICLE ​

A child of the Old Gods Furyia Prime was born into an era of great stagnation and rot. The unholy union of a Taung Battle Maiden & Barbaric Sith Massassi Furyia was born with the unfortunate ailment of dwarfism. Sickly small and holding a delicate visage through her maturing years she awed at the tales of her Mandalorian Mother and the exploits of her people. Her Sith Heritage blessing her with an itch she could not quite scratch. An itch for violence and superior domination so deep in her bones it was like an instinct. Assigned as her fathers executioner at the age of six the judgement of Prime was cultivated young. The rolling of heads was a daily occurrence as the sacrificial lambs were fed to the blade of her fathers battle axe.

And then...a voice. A voice that sang to her soul and told her of a great future. The Force granting the Mandalorian daughter incredible visions of a universe consumed in the flames of war! An age old bond, a vow...an oath. Something the Mandalorian People had lost a long time ago suffering the humiliating defeat following Mandalore The Ultimate's death which had all but ended Taung influence among the stars.

She could see the regret in her mothers eyes. The stagnation within her people as the Mandalorian Spirit withered and spiraled downward into decay. She was the last of a dying people and the inheritors of their warrior culture were scrutinized heavily by the girl. Judgment vicious and unflinching Furyia sought to make the dreams of her visions a reality!

She convened with witches and warlocks, warrior poets and masters of warfare to covet the power needed to fulfill the dream of her god! And through wicked design forged a weapon of mass destruction within the light of a withering star before it's collapse. Using this mythic weapon Furyia Prime carved a path through a chunk of the galaxy, completely incinerating forest sacking cities and obliterating castles in her path of destruction. She founded a cult dedicated to the divine worship of war and fire, devoting herself and her brothers and sisters to consuming the galaxy in an almighty Mandalorian Flame that burned eternal! And as she feasted as did her hunger, leading her astray as madness took root. Almost becoming a wound in the force due to the ravenous thirst to drink from the blood of stars at the height of her power at only twenty eight years old the Majestic Flame had been challenged to death by a trio of heroes.

A Mandalorian, noble and true. A jedi, lost in exile. And a Sith Traitor, rethinking his ways. Together they cornered Furyia during her feasting of a star and in their final moments destroyed her body in a mighty display of heroics. The Majestic Flame was then gutted and scattered to the stars, the remnants of their sect slowly fading to history as Furyia Primes soul in all its rage and hunger forged a bond to the Axe used to bring destruction to the galaxy.

Her spirit sealed within The Axe and the ghost of her flame residing within the Field of Blades, an afterlife for warriors locked in eternal combat it is here she has waited for thousands of years. Waiting for a worthy Mandalorian Descendant to approach the Axe so they may claim the Key to her vast fortune and inherit her power.

To the Inheritor of The Axe goes the power to lead the Mandalorian Descendants. A key to unimaginable wealth stashed away thousands of years previous to the collapse of their civilization. A beacon to the vanquished souls of warrior artisans in the Field of Blades and the promise of an age old bond.

To the victor, the spoils.

It has been a long time. Waiting for the flames to be fanned once again.

She hungers, sweet children. She beseeches an inheritor worthy of her devils flame!

 

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