Post by Zilfer Of Shadows... on Jan 2, 2009 3:28:30 GMT -5
Zilfer returned to his hunt finally, and for the umpteeth time he opened a chest and lifted out a wrapped up item. Unfolding the cloth he looked at the top half of the blade of balance. Reaching for the metal he barely came into contact with it when flashes came to him. Death, and murder seemed to flash randomly until a feature finally waked into the room through the only door way.
"So what are you thinking now Zilfer....? Can you feel the power eminating from this thing. Imagine if you could combine the two pieces once agian...." said the voice, as a the Darker side of Zilfer shifted to the side as he looked at the blade within Zilfer's hands.
"Tigaro, I don't plan on letting this fall into anyone else's hands. This thing is evil, and with that I shall keep it hidden away." said Zilfer as he gazed at his reflection in the blade. His eyes where white and his face held a grin.
"Please, don't get all high and mighty on me, you couldn't let such power go. You wanted it for yourself. You convince yourself that you learnt the Forbidden Mitsukai arts, to be able to protect and stop evil, but you know it was just the thought of power that drove you..... you'll never give up your quest for power, whatever you disguise it as, whatever you try to convince yourself of, you cannot hide your soul from me." said Tigaro before Zilfer felt a stirring within the blade as it's dark perversion seeping it's way into Zilfer. He felt a slight endreniline rush before he reminded himself. "For every yin there is yang, in all things there is need for balance." he muttered as he gripped the blade tightly before taking it outside towards a camp fire.
"It's time this thing became something a little more usefull." said Zilfer. He lit the campfire, as the sun was starting to set. He floated the blade up into the air as he began to focus upon it. Slowly began to reach deeper and deeper into the blade, he wished to change the molecules, that bound it, and reshape it much like the Earth element would create diamond. The Blade's bottom broken half began to smooth out, slowly as it was reformed. Dwelling into the blades center gave him waves of primal rage, lust, and the greed of power.
The blade finally took shape, and Zilfer had never felt more exhuasted then he had in awhile. The blade had required much more focus then he had inishially thought. The blade itself was done, with a tange where he could slip it into a hilt. The amount of metal would only allow this to be a dagger of about a foot long, but it would be lethaly sharp, for Zilfer had sharppened it's edge.
Zilfer now headed to the tree's with the reformed blade in his hand, and came to a large tree. He could feel its life as he ran his hand over it. "Forgive me for taking what is not mine." said Zilfer as he placed the blade over the bark and wood began to grow rapidly as Zilfer used the force to speed up its growth and grow around the blade forming a hilt that ran along down to the tange.
Pulling it from the tree he now felt the dagger, and it's hilt was too bulky and didn't fit well with Zilfer's own hand. He frowned for a moment before using the force to change the shape of the hilt to the curves of Zilfer's hands so it felt nice and smooth. Taking the edge of it, he began to cut a piece of cloth off of his robe, and wrap it around the hilt so that the tempurature wouldn't be so dramatic when he used it in the cold or the heat.
Finally he finished it and practiced swiping at invisible enemies until he was sure it felt nicely. It was one of the best hilts he had ever held, and it fit perfectly to his hand as it was made to his hand. He then sat down sheathing it into a wooden sheath he had formed around the blade when he had grown the hilt. He gazed into the fight for the next few minutes as he began to slow his breathing for meditation.... he took a deep breath closing his eyes.... and reached out to his surroundings.
"So what are you thinking now Zilfer....? Can you feel the power eminating from this thing. Imagine if you could combine the two pieces once agian...." said the voice, as a the Darker side of Zilfer shifted to the side as he looked at the blade within Zilfer's hands.
"Tigaro, I don't plan on letting this fall into anyone else's hands. This thing is evil, and with that I shall keep it hidden away." said Zilfer as he gazed at his reflection in the blade. His eyes where white and his face held a grin.
"Please, don't get all high and mighty on me, you couldn't let such power go. You wanted it for yourself. You convince yourself that you learnt the Forbidden Mitsukai arts, to be able to protect and stop evil, but you know it was just the thought of power that drove you..... you'll never give up your quest for power, whatever you disguise it as, whatever you try to convince yourself of, you cannot hide your soul from me." said Tigaro before Zilfer felt a stirring within the blade as it's dark perversion seeping it's way into Zilfer. He felt a slight endreniline rush before he reminded himself. "For every yin there is yang, in all things there is need for balance." he muttered as he gripped the blade tightly before taking it outside towards a camp fire.
"It's time this thing became something a little more usefull." said Zilfer. He lit the campfire, as the sun was starting to set. He floated the blade up into the air as he began to focus upon it. Slowly began to reach deeper and deeper into the blade, he wished to change the molecules, that bound it, and reshape it much like the Earth element would create diamond. The Blade's bottom broken half began to smooth out, slowly as it was reformed. Dwelling into the blades center gave him waves of primal rage, lust, and the greed of power.
The blade finally took shape, and Zilfer had never felt more exhuasted then he had in awhile. The blade had required much more focus then he had inishially thought. The blade itself was done, with a tange where he could slip it into a hilt. The amount of metal would only allow this to be a dagger of about a foot long, but it would be lethaly sharp, for Zilfer had sharppened it's edge.
Zilfer now headed to the tree's with the reformed blade in his hand, and came to a large tree. He could feel its life as he ran his hand over it. "Forgive me for taking what is not mine." said Zilfer as he placed the blade over the bark and wood began to grow rapidly as Zilfer used the force to speed up its growth and grow around the blade forming a hilt that ran along down to the tange.
Pulling it from the tree he now felt the dagger, and it's hilt was too bulky and didn't fit well with Zilfer's own hand. He frowned for a moment before using the force to change the shape of the hilt to the curves of Zilfer's hands so it felt nice and smooth. Taking the edge of it, he began to cut a piece of cloth off of his robe, and wrap it around the hilt so that the tempurature wouldn't be so dramatic when he used it in the cold or the heat.
Finally he finished it and practiced swiping at invisible enemies until he was sure it felt nicely. It was one of the best hilts he had ever held, and it fit perfectly to his hand as it was made to his hand. He then sat down sheathing it into a wooden sheath he had formed around the blade when he had grown the hilt. He gazed into the fight for the next few minutes as he began to slow his breathing for meditation.... he took a deep breath closing his eyes.... and reached out to his surroundings.