30 Searing, Year 123
[Closed - Raithen]
With all of the back and forth, his duties to His Radiance, Avaerys Imperator I, and the going-ons of home, there was no shortages of demands on his attention. The time spent with the Neptori learning and teaching them in turn to guide them into the light of Avaerys still occupied his time. But the more he practised Traversion, the easier it got, and he was well-becoming familiar with the Citadel that his elder brother commanded. Hilana was usually there in the evenings, and Lia and Lykos were there full time. He was a bit early for dinner, but his favourite Vastiana would likely be here and cooking. When she knew he was coming, she usually made sure the meals were just that much larger in order to help keep him sated and send him back with bundles of leftovers for him to enjoy until he was able to come back to her.
But it was a sentinel that was waiting for the Golden Avialae when he appeared at the Citadel in his usual spot. "Your Resplendence. Sentinel Phocion said you would be coming," the veiled figure bowed to Raithen before straightening. "He had this made for you." An unassuming-looking bundle wrapped in linen cloth that had been dyed a rich black and tied with a silver cord was presented to him by the Vigil. Contained within was something deceptively lighter in weight, though that might just have been his own strength that came from regular physical activity and training. Either that, or it was simply perfectly balanced and enhanced through whatever arcane techniques were required to make it so.
Upon opening it, he would find that the bundle was composed of a dagger that was contained within a sheath. The sheath was cut from hand-tooled leather and inlaid with gold and copper in a kaleidoscopic pattern. Black and silver may have been the Phaedryn colours in homage to Midnight's Mother, but Raithen served Avaerys personally. He was His. As such, the sheath reflected that. The hilt of the blade was comfortable, easy to grasp and conforming to the hand. It was embellished enough to be pleasing to the eye without being overdone. The blade, once pulled free, made it clear that this knife was no mundane weapon. Copper and brass, imitating the desert themes of his homeland, climbed up the blade that held a number of gently-glowing blue stones in its middle before ending in a double-edged tip that a practised eye told him was sharp enough, and fine enough, to split a hair... and anything else he desired.
"You can trap ghosts in it, and use what energy they have to power the blade," the Sentinel told him. Despite the wicked edges to it, it could be sheathed or drawn swiftly and smoothly - the blade or sheath itself was surely enchanted to make it so, but his family never half-assed anything. "That, in turn, can assist your own aetheric reserves by activating it in the presence of a ghost." Should he wish it, he could drain the contained spirit dry and use their power for his own... either once, or repeatedly, depending on how he went about it. "Have you any questions?"
[Closed - Raithen]
With all of the back and forth, his duties to His Radiance, Avaerys Imperator I, and the going-ons of home, there was no shortages of demands on his attention. The time spent with the Neptori learning and teaching them in turn to guide them into the light of Avaerys still occupied his time. But the more he practised Traversion, the easier it got, and he was well-becoming familiar with the Citadel that his elder brother commanded. Hilana was usually there in the evenings, and Lia and Lykos were there full time. He was a bit early for dinner, but his favourite Vastiana would likely be here and cooking. When she knew he was coming, she usually made sure the meals were just that much larger in order to help keep him sated and send him back with bundles of leftovers for him to enjoy until he was able to come back to her.
But it was a sentinel that was waiting for the Golden Avialae when he appeared at the Citadel in his usual spot. "Your Resplendence. Sentinel Phocion said you would be coming," the veiled figure bowed to Raithen before straightening. "He had this made for you." An unassuming-looking bundle wrapped in linen cloth that had been dyed a rich black and tied with a silver cord was presented to him by the Vigil. Contained within was something deceptively lighter in weight, though that might just have been his own strength that came from regular physical activity and training. Either that, or it was simply perfectly balanced and enhanced through whatever arcane techniques were required to make it so.
Upon opening it, he would find that the bundle was composed of a dagger that was contained within a sheath. The sheath was cut from hand-tooled leather and inlaid with gold and copper in a kaleidoscopic pattern. Black and silver may have been the Phaedryn colours in homage to Midnight's Mother, but Raithen served Avaerys personally. He was His. As such, the sheath reflected that. The hilt of the blade was comfortable, easy to grasp and conforming to the hand. It was embellished enough to be pleasing to the eye without being overdone. The blade, once pulled free, made it clear that this knife was no mundane weapon. Copper and brass, imitating the desert themes of his homeland, climbed up the blade that held a number of gently-glowing blue stones in its middle before ending in a double-edged tip that a practised eye told him was sharp enough, and fine enough, to split a hair... and anything else he desired.
"You can trap ghosts in it, and use what energy they have to power the blade," the Sentinel told him. Despite the wicked edges to it, it could be sheathed or drawn swiftly and smoothly - the blade or sheath itself was surely enchanted to make it so, but his family never half-assed anything. "That, in turn, can assist your own aetheric reserves by activating it in the presence of a ghost." Should he wish it, he could drain the contained spirit dry and use their power for his own... either once, or repeatedly, depending on how he went about it. "Have you any questions?"
