The hammer strikes the steel, forming the soon to be blade, :: :: It tempers it, tames it, creating an edge. :: :: It goes to the fire then back to the anvil the forging renewed. :: :: Shape and edge created its the perfect union of soul and steel :: :: Then to the oil, the steel drinks hungrily desperate for life :: Its taken to the stone, the process almost complete. :: Its sharpened to perfection, honed to completion. :: The finality of the blade, the completion of its edge, and the epitome of perfection. :: With the blessing of Urguan it is done.