Dreygor stands over a barrel of oil with flames licking from a sword he is quenching. A bead of sweat trickles down the side of his face as he carefully pulls the blade out of the barrel. Never has Dreygor attempted such a work of art before. He has been laboring for months now trying to perfect the blade.
Tools strewn out over his table and the parts of the hilt and pummel sit waiting. "It is close now" He says to himself. He sets the perfect blade on the table, and heats the cross piece that will be the hilt of the sword. With a punch he carefully places the hole in the direct center and then fits it to the blade. "Must be quick now" He takes the fine oak he has carved into a handle and places it on next, then quickly heats up the piece of iron that will be the pummel. Shaped like the symbol of Lemesin the pummel is a circle of swords. Again he punches the hole for the blade piece to fit in and places the pummel on.
Dreygor then spends the next several hours waiting for the blade to cool enough for cleaning. As he waits he prepares the ritual that will enchant the blade with the energy of the prime. Finally the sword is ready and Dreygor cleans it to a mirror like finish. The many folds he hammered into the blade shows through like waves of energy that flow down the razor sharp edge of the blade.
With the blade ready to recieve the ritual Dreygor starts his chanting. Placeing each glyph on the hilt of the sword he utters a short prayer to Lemesin asking him to empower the blade with the energy of the prime. An hour goes by and Dreygor places the final Glyph. The blade erupts in blue flames, then quickly goes out. Dreygor knows that the enchantment took. He picks up the blade and marvels at its beauty. "I shall call you Valdus, The Sword of the Prime. You will be a weapon of righteousness, a weapon of justice, and a weapon of mercy. May the one who wield you be worthy of your power."