Darkmoonby *Shodukari

Traditional Art / Drawings / Fantasy

This is Darkmoon, the blade of Iljrene, one of my oldest created characters. Forged from a shard of her soul, the weapon is a living thing, which can grow in power as Iljrene experiences life. Normally I don't color my weapons, but this one, and the lady who wields it is special to me, as Iljrene was always, and still is, what I wanted the woman of my dreams to be; strong, beautiful, caring, and playful, a close friend and confidant, and a loving partner.

When I finally found her in this world, I proposed and she consented to honor me with her love, a gift I live in wonder in every waking day.

Darkmoon is the sword of Iljrene Alabryn, priestess of Hannah and leader of the Sisterhood of Steel. It is a mirrored reflection of the Drow woman’s spirit and soul, a blade that courses with the same zest for life, protective instinct, and steel hard determination to purge evil from the world that she possesses. Crafted in a legendary forge, whose location is veiled in the mists of history, Darkmoon was brought forth by Iljrene in the foundry of the Living Forge. The trials she took during this time drew out a shard of her soul, forging it in the flame of her spirit and tempering it in the cool waters of her devotion into a living extension of herself. As one of the few who bears a soul weapon, she has sworn to be worthy of the honor bestowed upon her and to keep the location of the forge from being found by the unworthy, a task she has willingly taken up in addition to her other duties. Darkmoon has been with her for many years, and she considers it one of her dearest friends as well as a part of herself. In her grasp the weapon dances with grace, strikes like a hawk, and sings in the air like a nightingale. Few are the legendary blades that equal the power contained within the steel of her soul as she has shared her life experience with the sword to strengthen it as well. When finally the time comes, hopefully far in the distant future, that this extraordinary woman is gathered up into the arms of her goddess, so too will one of the greatest of weapons be born home.