Solo [Ialari's Dominion] Otherwordly Crafting

Ialari experiments with crafting items infused with Izentor within the confines of her Dominion as a way of strengthening her ties with own little pocket of the Ukalas.

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[Ialari's Dominion] Otherwordly Crafting

Postby Ialari Pythone on July 17th, 2013, 1:31 pm

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Timestamp: 40th of Summer, 513 AV


Ialari's stay at the Retreat was much shorter this time around as opposed to her last trip. This time she spent more time in her Dominion than she had previously hoping that the extended stay in the Ukalas would help strengthen her bond with her Dominion and perhaps increase her control over it. Of course, as with each and every time she entered her Dominion, she never knew what to expect. Even when she felt she had a greater control over her surroundings, things would change. Sometimes when she stepped through the doorway, she was greeted by a sea of clouds viewed from the top of an impossibly huge mountain. Other times she found herself standing on a small island of stone at the base of a great waterfall. Instead of water however, crimson liquid streaked with silver cascaded down and around the small island. Then there was the times she stood in the open grasslands before the foothills a vast mountain range. No matter the environment, one thing was always constant, the grotesque display of tortured death that was the tree baring dead bodies, victims of all manner of gruesome fates, all staring at Ialari with her own face.

At the present, Ialari sat in what looked like a sea-cave. Coral encrusted rock surrounded her while salty smelling water dripped down from above. The cave ceiling had a large jagged crack in it and beyond was a vast ocean. From time to time Ialari could see shapes swimming past the opening, some quite small, others larger than she was comfortable with. Thankfully for Ialari, the limits of her Dominion stopped at the crack which while preventing her from moving too far outside the area of influence, it also shielded her from the otherwise deadly environment beyond. Of course, just out of reach, crawling its way from the coral covered floor, the tree of death shed its unnerving influence throughout the cave.

This particular day Ialari decided she was long overdue for a good communion with her Divine Father. One of the best ways to exercise her faith was through the use of Izentor, the blessed gifts of gnosis granted by Izurdin. Sitting on the cavern floor in front of her assembled gear, most of which she had long since moved from outside of the retreat into her Dominion, Ialari began sorting through her things for suitable materials for imparting. She sifted through a variety of shells she had collected along the beach as well as the various metal fittings she salvaged from a shipwreck. She sorted through the various tools and utensils she had collected over time and tried to envision a possible final project using any of the items before her.

Finally, it was her Dominion that influenced her choices. Setting aside the chosen items, she decided upon the large tooth from a sea creature that she found in the shipwreck, a scimitar she saved from a ruined isurian outpost, a large sea-shell and a handful of smaller shells also gathered from the beach. Finishing her pile, she took a few bits of metal from a collection of metal fittings that were part of the same shipwreck she found the tooth in, a few strips of sail-cloth and some netting.
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[Ialari's Dominion] Otherwordly Crafting

Postby Ialari Pythone on July 17th, 2013, 2:07 pm

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With her chosen items, Ialari sat against the wall of the seacave and got to work on preparation for the initial crafting of the item to be imparted upon. The plan was to create a better weapon than what she was currently using. Up until then, she had been using a ceremonial dagger not designed for regular use or her staff, a strange family relic gifted to her for her part in saving Sahova from the mad golem, Drainira. She had tried using the scimitar once or twice but found it just wasn't quite her thing. She wasn't much of a weaponsmith though. In fact, she had never crafted a serviceable weapon in her life. This left her with needing to sacrifice an existing weapon to make up for her otherwise lack of weaponcrafting knowledge.

The scimitar would the sacrificed weapon. Although she hadn't used it much, she had carried it with her for years after having recovered it from the isur trading post that had been attacked by a marauding human barbarian tribe. It always reminded her of where she started and why. This was also a key part of the imparting process of Izentor. The more personal feeling one put into the imparting, the better the final product would be. Holding the scimitar in her hands, she examined it closely. She looked at the blade, the crosspiece and handle as well as the pommel. She noted the seams and where everything fit together. She followed the shape and curve of the weapon with her metallic hand, feeling every inch of metal and leather, touching every edge, end and flat. Then, gently and with the utmost care, she began to disassemble the weapon. She removed the pommel, guard and hilt. She carefully stripped the weapon down to its most basic form while studying the overall construction.

With the pommel, hilt and guard removed, Ialari set the blade aside and placed the other pieces in front of her. She then picked up the tooth of the sea-creature. It stretched from the tips of her fingers to roughly half-way up her forearm. At its base, the tooth was almost as wide as her hand, tapering down to a point half the width of her hand. She didn't know what kind of creature it came from but the tooth was the perfect length for a dagger blade. She set the tooth in front of her and then picked up the large sea shell. It was a large conch shell that was big enough that she could almost fit her hand inside. She looked from the shell to the detached guard off the scimitar. Smiling, she knew what she would use the shell for.

Picking up the tooth again in one hand, the shell in the other, Ialari placed them together at different angles while picturing how they should fit together. After several moments of pondering, she decided on the tooth meeting the shell where the shell's spiral came to a point. With a little shaping, she could make it so that she could reach into the shell to grasp the hilt while the blade extended from the shell's spiral point. Her hand would be protected by the shell guard to maybe help with her limited skill using such a weapon.

The netting and sail-cloth could the be used to help secure everything together. The metal fittings could easily be shaped as well for added support. Then, if the imparting process went well, any possible imperfections would be smoothed out and the final product would be much stronger than it began.
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[Ialari's Dominion] Otherwordly Crafting

Postby Ialari Pythone on July 17th, 2013, 2:41 pm

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Putting everything down except for the shell, Ialari held it in her off hand while using her metallic hand to start the modifications. With the utmost care, she began to cautiously pinch away at some of the shells interior. As she pressed the pieces of shell between her thumb and forefinger, they were ground to dust. Although her isurian arm was capable of wondrous feats of crafting, its ability to shape something like a sea-shell was somewhat limited. This left Ialari having to stop occasionally to trim down the rougher edges of the shell using her fingernail as well as a few bits of the encrusted rock nearby. Eventually, she cleared out enough of the shell's interior to make room for the sword hilt.

The next couple of steps were going to be more difficult though. She had to figure a way to attach the hilt to the tooth all the while fitting them both into the shell without breaking anything. As she ran the concept through her mind, she leaned back to stretch her tightening muscles. As she did, her gaze rolled to the side to the pile of metal fittings. There, a piece of a broken hinge, one like that used on large doors to help secure them to the frame, stood out. Reaching over to take it, she looked at the broken piece. It was the longer section that extended out across the surface of the door. It was broken where it would otherwise attach to the door frame. The iron was a little rusty on the surface but it was still sound. Using her metallic hand, Ialari flattened the piece to less than half its original thickness. Holding it against the wall with her off hand, Ialari used her metallic thumbnail to cut a shallow groove into its surface. This was followed by another right next to the first followed by another and another. After a surprisingly long hour of meticulous work, Ialari had crafted a makeshift file. Realizing she would need to get a little bit more out such a tool, she turn it on edge and began doing the same thing although this part would allow her to use it like a very fine saw with teeth thin enough to cut through the shell with a reduced risk of cracking or breaking it.

The making of the tool had taken longer than she had planned yet in the end, Ialari had a saw and a file in one that would hopefully make the whole project easier and maybe bring greater success.

With her new tool in hand, Ialari began filing down some of the remaining rough edges before taking it to the spiraled point of the shell. The idea was to cut a groove large enough to fit the tooth into. She held the shell in her metallic hand while taking great care as to not hold it too tight. With her other hand she slowly started to use her tool for sawing. After but a few seconds of cutting she realized she was off center. Cursing loudly she stopped and reexamined where she had made the mistake. It may be able to be saved although the initial form of the item would not be as well done as she would have liked. That could affect her ability to impart upon it but one never could be certain about such things. That is why it was best to just do it the best you could the first time as to avoid the whole "leaving it to chance" approach.

Taking a deep breath, she continued cutting until she had a cut deep enough and wide enough to accommodate the tooth. After a little more filing and clean up of the most recent cut, Ialari tried to slide the base of the tooth into the groove in the shell. It didn't quite fit so she filed away a bit more at the groove until it was wide enough for the tooth to fit. A sign of relief escaped her mouth as Ialari gently set the shell down. Everything fit where it needed to but now she needed someway to attach it all. The netting and sail-cloth would only go so far. She would need some way to hold everything together at the core with the netting and cloth serving only as added support and thematic decor.

She looked to the metal remains of the scimitar. If she could do it just right, she may be able to take the tang and shoulder of sword and attach it to the tooth. Then the tang would fit in the hilt, attach to the pommel and all should be well. "Why do you always have to make things so complicated for yourself?" Ialari thought as she wrapped her mind around the different steps.
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[Ialari's Dominion] Otherwordly Crafting

Postby Ialari Pythone on July 21st, 2013, 5:17 am

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Taking the scimitar blade/shoulder/tang combination in hand, Ialari turned it at different angles as she examined the item's shape, size and weight. She took mental note of where the blade met the shoulder as well as the thickness of the metal and any notable imperfections. She was no weaponsmith however she did know a little of blacksmithing which offered a least some background in working with metal.

Ialari held the stripped down sword in one hand and took the tooth in the other. She compared their size; the tooth obviously smaller, but was looking more for a point to match the base of the tooth to the shoulder of the sword. She moved the tooth a little toward the tip of the sword then toward the tang. She did this a few times before finally settling on the right spot. This would be the spot where she would cut the sword's shoulder from the blade. Satisfied with her choice, Ialari sat the tooth down in order to hold the sword in both hands. Closing her eyes, she uttered a prayer to Izurdin as well as the one who originally crafted the blade. “Divine Father, I ask that you convey my thanks to the creator of this blade. I have carried it with me for many years as a memory of where I came from. It will now serve me in crafting another symbol of my journey, my faith and the memories I’ve gathered throughout. Its strength and craftsmanship will add to my own and from it I learn and grow.”

Finishing her prayer, Ialari held the sword in her off-hand while using her metallic hand to pinch the sword’s blade at the chosen point of the shoulder. She pinched the metal on one edge of the blade and then the other. With each pinch, her thumb and forefinger pressed into the metal as if it were clay. Pinching the metal on either edge, Ialari effectively cut the metal a couple of inches toward the center from each edge. She didn’t sever the blade from the shoulder however. Thumb and forefinger holding the center remaining mass of metal, Ialari ran the fingers up the length of the blade roughly six inches before finally pinching the metal in half. Setting the remaining piece of the blade on the ground, she examined the rest held in her hand. The tang and shoulder were intact and a long, narrow piece extended up from the shoulder where the blade used to be. Again, with the thumb and forefinger of her metallic hand, she carefully began twisting that narrow piece while slowly running her fingers toward the tip. The final effect was the creation of a rudimentary shape of a drill.

Next, Ialari picked up the tooth in one hand while holding the metal shoulder/tang/drill piece in the other. Staring at the two pieces for a few moments, she pictured in her mind how she wanted it to look. When she was content with the image, she placed the tip of the drill-like end against the base of the tooth and began to twist. The metal dug its way into the base of the tooth and as Ialari continued to twist and apply pressure, the two pieces slowly came together. She took her time so to ensure that the two pieces merged as straight as possible. A few times she had to back the metal piece back and realign it yet eventually the two pieces became like one.

Of course once the tooth was merged with the metal shoulder and tang, it still didn’t quite fit well which left Ialari needed to add some adjustments and a bit more shaping. Using her makeshift file on the tooth, she shaped it around the base while using her metallic hand to mold the metal of the shoulder. When she was finished, the metal and tooth fit together quite well. The seam was tight and both pieces were smoothed to the point that when Ialari ran her fingers over it, it was difficult to feel it. Now with the core piece of the new weapon complete, Ialari readied herself for the next step.
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[Ialari's Dominion] Otherwordly Crafting

Postby Ialari Pythone on July 21st, 2013, 5:37 am

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Ialari picked up the modified conch shell and slide it down over the tooth. Holding the weapon at the tang, she slid the shell into position and took mental note of how and where it all fit. She then pulled the shell back off and with a metallic fingernail, slowly and careful scraped and cut away at the shell in a way her file could not. Her goal which she quickly met was to cut a small hole in the spiral part of the shell where the blade would fit in. She did this on both sides of the groove she had cut in the shell earlier. This would allow a metal pin to be fitted through the shell and into the blade to help hold it all together. When the holes were cut, Ialari pulled a slightly rusted metal nail from her pile of salvaged fittings. With all the pieces gathered, she made one more final hold in the shoulder of the weapon using the tip of her little finger. The metal parted for it as if made of mud.

Then began the process of putting it all together as Ialari slid the shell back down over the tooth until the hole in the shoulder and the holes in the shell lined up. She then slid the nail through the holes and worked the metal so that it was narrower in the center than it was on either end. She then molded the metal more so that it effectively pinned the shoulder to the shell. Next Ialari restored the hilt to its former place on the tang before reattaching the pommel. When everything was attached, she held it up and examined her work. It wasn’t pretty as it was a mix-match of a sword, shell and giant tooth held together with a hand-shaped metal pin but it was at least staying in one piece.

Taking the bit of netting she had set aside, Ialari started wrapping it around the shell and weaving it around the inner spirals of the shell where she could reach. She stretched, wrapped and weaved until the netting further helped to hold the tooth/metal combination to the shell. She threw in a bit of sail-cloth around the upper part of the hilt just under the shell to help tighten the space where the tooth exited the grooved, spiral shell tip. When she had done all she felt she could do to help tie the weapon all together, she once more held it out in front of her and examined it. Still not the most pretty of items, it was strong, relatively secure and overall looked like she had originally envisioned it. Of course it was in no way ready to be used as a weapon since a good solid blow would shatter, splinter and ultimately destroy it.

That was where the glory of her bond with the Divine Father came in. If the imparting process was successful, the weapon would become infinitely more than it was now.
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Postby Ialari Pythone on July 21st, 2013, 6:17 am

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The process of imparting through the use of Izentor was somewhat involved. Although many isur went about it in different ways, Ialari found that she needed to mentally prepare herself before beginning the process. It began with intent. Ialari had to solidify her mind around what she intended the item to be able to do; what its overall purpose would be after imparting was complete. That is where she was now.

Ialari stood up and casually walked around the area of the sea-cave that her Dominion encompassed. The cave itself was much larger than the small pocket her magic had claimed. While the dominated space was free of water, the rest of the cave was submerged. In fact, the bodies attached to the tree of death that extended from the cave floor and partially the cave wall floated lazily in parts where they weren't tied, stapled or otherwise bound.

Choosing not to focus on the tree, Ialari wandered about while holding her newly crafted dagger. She spoke aloud as if speaking to someone. In her own mind she imagined she was speaking to her Dominion which she considered to be something of an entity in itself. She had read in the Dominion Scrolls that Domineers could establish a stronger bond with their Dominions the more time they spent within them, the more they breathed the air and felt their environment. Ialari decided to take it one step further and talk to her Dominion as if it were a person. What better way to create a bond than to share your inner thoughts and feelings aloud she figured.

"I've never created a weapon before. Nothing quite like this anyway. I've never been one for direct physical confrontation. That's not to say that I can't handle myself in a fight. More than a few times I've found myself in a fight with another. While I wouldn't choose to put myself in such a situation, I have to admit that each time brought a rush of excitement." Ialari recalled the encounter with the humans who remained after their raid on the isurian outpost. She remembered the satisfaction she felt when her actions broke bones and caused pain. "I don't know, maybe it's natural for one to feel a little good when they intentionally or unintentionally prove their physical superiority over another. Honestly though, each fight I've ever been in was for a greater cause. I was either defending the honor and sanctity of my people as in my fight with the human barbarians, removing a god-forsaken pestilence such as Berliotz or helping set to rest the ghost of a sea-captain." Ialari considered the greater meaning and purpose behind those violent encounters as she continued to pace about the small sanctuary.

"I guess I would have to say that each time I was fighting for a goal tied to my faith. I fought the humans who were defiling a servant of Izurdin and His temple. I fought Berliotz on behalf of Dira. Even the unliving wretch I killed on behalf of the captain's ghost I did in hopes of pleasing Lady Death. With each encounter I don't think I would have prevailed if not for the strength gained from my faith. I knew that I was doing something on behalf of the divine. Not only did it give me strength but it gave me purpose." It was then that Ialari realized what her intent would be in imparting upon the dagger. An item that symbolized her faith, memory and progress through life should make those feelings known to others. When grasped, the dagger would remind her of her faith and the strength she gained from it while telling all around her just how close she was with her faith and with the gods.
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Postby Ialari Pythone on July 21st, 2013, 8:33 am

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With the intent worked out, Ialari worked to further ingrain the idea in her mind. She would pace for an hour at a time going over what she wanted the dagger to be able to do. She continued to speak it all aloud to her Dominion. Every so often she would pause to touch and examine a particularly interesting looking stone or even taste some of the water that had pooled on the floor after dripping down from above. The water did not taste quite like seawater like Ialari thought it would. Instead it was more metallic tasting however she couldn't identify what metal was giving it such a strong taste. It wasn't salty even though the smell in the cave was not unlike that of a coastal sea-cave in the mortal realm.

The entire time Ialari was solidifying her intent in her mind, she carried the dagger. She slide her fingers over the surface of the tooth-blade and trace the contours of the shell. Occasionally she would pretend she was fighting some terribly monster born of the Ukalas by swinging the dagger around, parrying invisible strikes and stabbing at imaginary appendages. If there had been someone there to watch her it would have looked a lot like a young child play fighting with their imagination.

After several hours of this same routine, Ialari finally stopped. She was satisfied that she had committed her intent so deeply to the root of memory that it should easily pass on through the imparting process. She also realized that there was one more thing she wanted to do as far as preparing the dagger itself before moving forward. Retrieving her make-shift file, she set to filing down the edges of the tooth into more of an actual blade. Of course the sharpened edges of the tooth would not be much at first, imparting she hoped would do the rest. After filing the tooth until it held at least some amount of sharpness on its edge, she paused for a quick bite to eat and drink before continuing. The imparting process from start to finish could take days and she would need her strength.

Removing a few strips of dried meat from her pack and sipping on some cold tea made earlier, she rested and relaxed. Stretching each arm and leg in turn, Ialari loosened her muscles the best she could. The last time she imparted, her body felt as though it had climbed a mountain while carrying a horse on her back. When she finally decided she was limber enough, fed enough and mentally ready, Ialari found a comfortable part of the cave where she laid out her rather worn bedroll. She took a seated position with the dagger held firmly in her hands and resting in her lap.

Starting the imparting process was much like settling into a bit of a meditative state. Ialari cleared her mind of all but one thing, the dagger. This was made easier thanks to the hours spent thinking of nothing else. Closed her eyes and pictured the dagger in her mind. When she had a full mental grasp of its image, she shifted some of her focus to the time she had spent with the two gods who had marked her, Izurdin and Dira. As Ialari's attention narrowed only on the dagger and her faith, the sights, sounds and smells of the realm around her faded. As she lost herself in her own thoughts, the elaborate markings etched into her shoulder traveling down to her elbow began to glow softly. Ever so gradually the glow grew as a prism of chromatic light began to swirl around her arm and then onto and around the dagger.

Ialari saw none of what was happening to her arm or the dagger as the entirety of her attention was focused only on the dagger and the gods. She remembered the first time she saw a physical manifestation of Izurdin. She was walking through Nyka with Shalla on the way to the Aperture in search of Amir Berliotz. They passed through a crowd when everything seemed to drift into slow motion. Reality itself seemed to stop all around her as the light seemed strangely brighter and the air warmer. In fact the air felt charged with power causing her skin to tingle. Then, for a brief moment, the sky turned purple and the sun shined red; pulsing like a heart. She turned her head at that very moment and saw the most beautiful isur male she had ever seen before or after. He was perfect in every way from the chiseled, statuesque body to the angled, powerful face the man was the pinnacle of isurian physiology. An aura of power enveloped him such that everything around him seemed to deform and shimmer like a mirage in the desert.

"The time has come for you to right an ancient wrong, my child. Do not fail me." He said to her a moment before reality returned to normal and he was gone.

To be approached by the Divine Father and directly spoken to was a gift of a lifetime. To be charged with a specific task from the Divine Father was more than life-changing. All of Ialari's life up to that point she had nothing but love for Izurdin. She thought about him the moment she woke until the moment she fell asleep. Even during her studies and time spent at the Silver Tower as an Initiate, she had Izurdin in her mind. Perhaps that is why she failed to advance as quickly as her father would have liked. Growing up, she would make almost daily trips to one of the stone gardens near her home where a massive statue of Izurdin stood. The statue held out its hands as if to hold something so Ialari would climb up and sit in the statue's hands. She would talk to the statue as if it were really Izurdin. She would tell him her thoughts, feelings, fears, wants and anything else that came to mind. Of course the statue never responded but it made Ialari feel better about whatever her troubles may have been that day. When Izurdin finally appeared to her, tasked her and ultimately handed her the Dominion Scrolls and second mark of his own faith in her, Ialari knew that all she had gone through before then was worth it and more.

Ialari then remembered the first time she gazed upon Death. She was laying in bed after having been spiritually raped by Amir Berliotz. Her ghostly friend Shalla had helped her escape the Aperture and find a place to recover. Ialari had just spoken to the man who had tended to her physical wounds. The man had left her to her own thoughts for a few moments. It was during that time that the air in the room grew as cold as a winter night. The door opened and stepped in a woman clothed in black flanked by two jackal-masked beings. Perhaps it was an ingrained, instinctual recognition but Ialari knew as soon as her eyes touched the woman that what she was looking at was Death. The feeling she felt at that moment was one not of defeat or denial. No, Ialari did not fear death. She feared not being able to continue the quest she had set out for in the beginning. It was a quest that had since taken many turns and side-paths but at the time was second in importance only to her love for Izurdin.

Dira spoke to Ialari of doubt, doubt in Ialari's worthiness of Dominion. Ialari remembered being angry at being doubted. She wasn't angry that a goddess would doubt her worthiness. She took the doubt as doubting her own faith. Ialari's search for Dominion had become a task given to her by her Divine Father. She saw Dira's doubt in her worthiness as being doubt in the strength of her faith for it was Ialari's faith that pushed her throughout her search. Ialari remembered trying to turn it around on Dira and made a deal with Death that if she succeeded in delivering Berliotz to his rightful destiny, Death would in turn admit that Ialari was the right choice for Dominion and thus, in Ialari's mind, admit that the isur's faith was strong enough.

Ialari remembered then the moment she released her venomous hatred of humanity and embraced the full strength of her faith. The results were thunderous with the bloated, decayed body of Amir Berliotz being blasted through the wall of a building and flung many yards to the ground below. Ialari's strength of faith had, until that moment, been incomplete as her hatred held her back. By embracing her faith fully she realized that she was capable of anything.

As Ialari sat in her Dominion and recalled her experiences with the gods, the chromatic energy that had engulfed her arm and the dagger now filled the confines of her dominated space. It blanketed the coral encrusted stone and seeped into every crack, cranny and crevice that the Dominion would allow. In her lap, her hands holding it firmly, the surface of the dagger began to pulse with deeper chromatic energy. Its general shape remained the same yet the rest of it underwent some startling changes. Time continued on around Ialari as the power of her marks was released and the imparting began. For her only a handful of moments went by as she recalled memories of the gods while in reality a couple of days passed. When Ialari finally found herself able to open her eyes, the chromatic light had vanished. She was still sitting in the sea-cave and everything seemed as it was before she closed her eyes. Looking down in her lab, she couldn't help but be taken aback at the sight.

The rather crude-looking, cobbled-together dagger that she had crafted was gone. In its place sat something that only somewhat resembled it. A bleached-white tooth blade baring a dangerously sharp edge extended from a brilliantly red conch shell veined with silver. The surface of the shell also held the etched texture of a fishing net. The shell wrapped around Ialari's hand to a perfect fit creating a full guard as strong as steel. Extending down from the other end of the shell was the dagger's hilt. It was as soft as silk and black as the darkest night. The silver pommel was shaped like a miniature scythe. In all the dagger was about a foot and a half long from pommel to blade tip and aside from a few minor blemishes that were likely apparent only to the eyes of its creator, the dagger had accepted the imparting fully and now reflected the echo of Ialari's soul that now inhabited it. Ialari had no more time to marvel at her creation as the cost of imparting slammed down on her with the entirety of its force. Her muscles cramped almost instantly as fatigue and intense pain rippled through her body. It was such that she couldn't even move and was unable to even form a cry of pain. As fast as the wave hit her, it also knocked her unconscious.

For three days she slept finally waking to a pain that, while dulled a bit from her sleep, remained a sure sign of what it cost to split a sliver of soul away and embed it into an inanimate object. Ialari rolled over and struggled to her hands and knees. She was almost too stiff to do even that much and paused for almost an hour in order to gain control over her body. Slowly she stretched her limbs one by one and loosened the very tight muscles. She moved from her hands and knees to a kneeling position before taking hold once more of the dagger. When her fingers wrapped around the hilt, Ialari was filled with a refreshing burst of energy. It lasted only a brief moment but it was enough to energize her muscles and allow her to stand. Empowered from the strength of her faith held now within the dagger, Ialari found herself able to not only stand but to take a few cautious steps around her Dominion. Hoping to discover how long she was actually out, she gathered a few items along with the dagger and made her way for the doorway leading out of the Dominion. The doorway was propped open but a small bit to keep it from closing so when Ialari reached it she needed but to give it a small push and it swung the rest of the way open. Stepping out for a breath of different air and hopefully some sunlight, Ialari wore a smile on her face despite the pain filling her body.

As Ialari left, she closed the door behind her. In her Dominion, the scenery shifted, shimmered and began to change. As if responding to Ialari's memories and her imparting upon the dagger, the scene in and around the Dominion transformed for the briefest of moments revealing a scene from the past. A great cavern surrounded the Dominion and in it a city. The Dominion was in the center of a park where a large statue of an isur stood with his hands held out as if holding something that was not there. A shimmering form of a young girl stood at the base of the statue and waved before turning and walking out of the Dominion. As the girl turned and left, the statue's mouth looked as though it were smiling though it hadn't been a moment earlier. The scene shifted again and the cavern, statue and city all vanished. The Dominion settled in on a large stone outcropping that extended from the face of a mountain. Impossibly high above the ground, the Dominion looked out over a sea of brilliantly colored clouds.
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[Ialari's Dominion] Otherwordly Crafting

Postby Ialari Pythone on May 25th, 2017, 1:55 am

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Self-Graded Thread (Based on Newly Established Rules)

Arcanology 2
Dominion 2
Weapon: Dagger 1
Weaponsmithing 2
Meditation 1
Sculpting 1
Lore: Preparing the proper materials for crafting a weapon
Lore: Disassembly of a scimitar sword
Lore: Using fond memories to find comfort and focus
Lore: Using one’s Dominion to help reflect thoughts and emotions
Lore: Crafting and Imparting upon an item within a Dominion
Lore: Crafting and object bound by divine faith
Lore: Using unorthodox items in the crafting of a greater whole

Items: Izentored Sea-Monster tooth dagger with an ocean theme. (Enhanced durability and smoother appearance)
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Granted Flashback Threads between 510 and 512 by Tarot.
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Ialari Pythone
I'm Poison.
 
Posts: 619
Words: 923994
Joined roleplay: August 13th, 2009, 3:26 am
Race: Isur
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets
Medals: 7
Mizahar Grader (1) Trailblazer (2)
Overlored (1) Riverfall Seasonal Challenge (1)
2013 Mizahar NaNo Winner (1) 2012 Mizahar NaNo Winner (1)


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