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RE: Gadeon Halvran - aipsylon
Gadeon walked to the top of the mountain on the first day, his sense extended, he sensed the wind, the snow the stone the sky, and the force, all of it around him, a day spend on each of them he though about nothing else from the rise of the sun till it set. Each day when he left the temple he had on him his robe and the crystal, nothing else. Upon reaching the top of the frigid mountain he removed the robe and set it down, settling in to meditate, to feel the force in everything to feel how it flowed in the area, how it moved, what disturbed it.
When the five days were up he settled in once more. once he had a good idea of what was going around her began to focused on the force within the crystal, how it moved and flowed within the Crystal, the turbulent nature of it gently smoothed the flow of the energies through the crystal gently controlling them with the force over the next ten days. Once it had been focused, the force carefully controlled it moving the force into the crystal. focusing it helping to balance it so the ambient enerygies would not disrupt the purity of the crystal, isolating it from other things with the way the force flowed through it, controlling the ebb and flow of the force within the tiny area. only after those ten long days was he ready to change it.
The crystal as it stood was a thing of beauty it echoed and reverberated with the world around it. his focus of setting it apart only served to show how even apart it mirrored the world that surrounded it. Gadeon isolated himself with the crystal for another ten days, the force flowing through him and into the crystal. The silver crystal was beginning to imprint upon him, to resonate with him as it did the world because for nearly a month he had been a part of its world, separate from all else. As it echoed him he finished the crystal, fully attuned to its energies.
Once done with the crystal he took apart the light saber that he had as well as a removed a bone from his bag. The others may have seen it when he checked his pack, but he never made it a point to talk about it before. It was his private reminder, and he could think of no better use for it than to have it alway there, it had been a symbol of what he was, and now it would be a symbol of what he would be. The bone took time, but with a few tools he hollowed it out. As the tool was crafted he used the force to assemble the pieces of it, the pieces of the blade slipping into the bone section of the hilt, the part holding the piece that resonated with him most, the crystal. Finally, he assembled the entire piece, strapped it in place and returned. Once more he respected the idea of no weapons and left his new weapon at the gate, returning to the library, he knew much of the dark and set about searching out places that historically had been light. light side force sites, much as Korriban was dark.
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