Bloodweaving

"Steel whispers its secrets in the song of battle, but blood screams the truth. It is in the sacrifice, the offering of self, that true power is forged."

Drâihari understand that aether flows not just through the world but also within living beings. Their own blood, though not as aetherdense as that of the Valari due to their distance from the Starwell, still serves as a potent conduit for their martial art. Through a brutal and ancient ritual with origins in the Dark Days, Drâihari Bladesingers fold their blood into the very heart of their weapons. This bloodweaving creates a deep connection between warrior and weapon, but at a terrible cost. The ritual is a test of resilience, demanding the sacrifice of a significant portion of the elf's blood. Those who falter can die, while those who succeed are forever marked by the darkness they embraced.

Similarities and Differences.

While both Songcraft and Bloodweaving aim to create powerful, aetherdense objects, they differ significantly in method and cost. Songcraft is a more controlled and elegant art form, requiring dedication and some talent. Bloodweaving is a brutal and primal practice, demanding sacrifice and resilience. The choice between these methods reflects the contrasting philosophies of the High Elves and the Drâihari – the former focused on harmony and mastery, the latter on raw power and connection to the primal.

The Price of Power.

The bloodwoven blades of the Drâihari are undeniably potent. They allow the Bladesinger to channel their emotions and aether with a raw intensity that surpasses even the most skilled Valari warrior. However, this power comes at a terrible price. The constant thrum of blood magic within the weapon can warp the Drâihari's mind and emotions, pushing them towards a darker, more violent path. Many Drâihari Bladesingers succumb to this corruption, becoming little more than shadows wielding blades that hunger for lifeblood. Only the most disciplined warriors can maintain their control, wielding the power of their bloodwoven blades as a force for good, a constant vigil against the darkness that threatens to consume them.