At five motes, the blade keens, and it calls forth a featureless doll. Shape it, and make it yours, you understand. It shall serve thee.<br/><br/>It still feels like you could put more of your essence into it. To arm the doll. The weapon would be inferior to a daiklave, but superior to any mortal weapon. It would share some of the strengths of the blade.<br/><br/>You know this, for you have claimed the blade.