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Orvus stood upon Veradax, wandering until he at last came upon what he had been hoping for. A soft glimmer in the endless expanse of his sphere. He crouched, his tattered cloak rippling in the wind. A storm was coming, one he could easily get rid of, but his mind was singular in its focus and he had at last found it. With careful fingers, he picked up the shard of light. It had once belonged to a whole, and that whole had a great purpose but then it shattered into a million little pieces, scattering throughout the fledgling universe. A piece of his sister’s sphere, the first Lustrous Garden. It sit sat in the palm of his hand, shaped like a long, drawn out tear. That could be fixed. As the storm began to swallow him in it’s dust, Orvus took off into the sky, towards the gateway to Galbar. 

Back in the Eye, Orvus stood before a bench with several random objects scattered about its surface. The bench itself was in the barn, a large structure behind the old cabin. There was nothing really in it, besides the bench and items he had been collecting. Items that had value to those that new the price. Scraps of Orvium, a couple of sticks from the Mar Tree, designs, patterns, multitude of jewels, other ores, and a handful of Garden shards. Those had been tricky to find, but at long last, Orvus was ready. 
He took with him a branch, orvium, a crystal of light, and jewels and with these items he went outside and traveled to the beach of orvium. Veradax hung dimly in the night sky, as the Lustrous Garden beamed down. When he set down upon the beach, he placed each item so that it touched one another in a line upon the black sand. Then the god shut his eyes, and held a hand out. With it, he poured his power, strength and the will for it to [i]be[/i]. And so it was. 

There was a blinding flash of light, enough to blind that of a god, temporarily. Orvus shielded his eyes, and slowly the glow subsided with a hiss. Before him, the ground was scarred white and broken, but in front of him a sword floated. The sword pulsed softly, as Orvus took it the sight in. White upon black, encrusted with diamonds and onyx upon the hilt of orvium, the grip was spiraled and shimmering as it faded into the pommel. Set in the end, the crystal of light had become a shining jewel about the size of a walnut. But the blade itself was even more impressive. As thin as a piece of parchment, but sharper then even the teeth of a Reaper, it was bleached white by the process. White orvium, that glowed the very same color, pulsing as if it breathed. 

And then a voice spoke, as deep as the abyss and as cold as the moon, “I am Wreanun. You are Orvus, Creator and God. What would you do with me?”

Orvus was taken aback by the Wreanun’s voice and the fact that the sword could talk at all. But as Orvus thought more about it, he realized that such a thing could be possible and in fact, needed. The artifact was powerful, and it had drained him considerably, he would not be able to make another one so soon as he would have liked, but Wraenun had been worth it.

[color=black]”I would do nothing with you, but others will. You are intended to be wielded by those who are worthy, that have the willpower to use you effectively. You are a deterrent, a weapon and a shield against all threats. You are to perform to your utmost capacity, Wraenun. You are the Sword of Ending.”[/color] Orvus said with clarity in his voice.

“So be it, but those who are not worthy, will only suffer.” Wraenun said coldly, “Who shall be first tested?”

[color=black]”My daughter, Laurien.”[/color] Orvus responded.

“And if she is not worthy? Are you willing to live with the consequences, Creator?” 

Orvus narrowed his eyes and said, [color=black]”She is worthy, I know it.”[/color]

“Only I can judge her worthiness.” Came the swords retort.

And the sword’s word was final, for Orvus knew it to be true. If Laurien was not worthy, then… He would simply have to fix her if it came to it. But it would not come to it, for she had fought many dangerous things, proving her worth each and every time. If Wraenun did not bond with her, then it was his loss. 

[color=black]”Very well, Wraenun. Now let us go. Let us go and see.”[/color] Orvus said, lifting off. 

“Lead the way then.” 

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We find Orvus on Veradax, where he finds a piece of the first Lustrous Garden after having searched the desolate land for a long time. He travels back to Galbar, and to his island home, which has expanded a bit. He has been collecting several rare items for a singular purpose of creating weapons. He then travels to the beach of black sand, and creates Wraenun, the Sword of Ending. They have a brief discussion before traveling off to find Laurien.

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Started with: 5MP & 8FP

-5FP (Enhanced with Desolation Portfolio. 2.5MP towards Sword Portfolio.) To create the sword, Wreanun. 

Ended With: 5MP & 3FP

Portfolios:
10/10FP Towards Asteroids Unlock > Not Purchased
2.5/5MPTowards Sword Portfolio Unlock

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