You enter the study, softly pushing the heavy oak door open. Inside the room is a thin path to a reading table, covered in candles casting a great deal of light over it and a crouching old man. As you step into the room, your foot kicks a plate. The remnants of the man's meal go flying and cause a clatter, he looks up surprised.

Oh! You startled me. My old bones have been keeping me up at night, so I've been pouring over old scrolls reading the tales of those who came before us. History! History is the truth of it. What happened did so for a reason and should we forget it then woe be us! Let us never forget the stories, and the wisdom that they might pass on to us. I was just reading about Dakkon and Geyadrone, their story of betrayal and enslavement. Not a lovely tale by any stretch of the imagination, but what a tale it is.

Here, sit down for a bit and I'll share it with you.

He gestures to a stool next to his table, rotating on his own to face you as you sit. His eyes, which had seemed tired and grey moments ago are now bright blue and flash with excitement.

Dakkon Blackblade was first introduced to us in Legends, a mysterious armored warrior with a giant sword, the Blackblade. We eventually learned of his tale...

Dakkon was a blacksmith, a master blacksmith who was one of the finest in his craft. One day during work he had a queer visitor, clearly from another realm, magic rippled around her. Her name was Geyadrone Dihada, and she pledged to gift him the power of the planes, and the ability to walk amongst them if he would craft for her the finest sword ever created. He agreed and with that she was gone. For ten years he worked, heating and pounding the metal, then to cool it it is said he would slay a slave with it and let their blood cool it. And so he did for ten years, focused on crafting the sword which would forever be known as his creation. At the end of the ten years Geyadrone returned, and with it Dakkon presented her the 'Blackblade.' She imbued him with the Planeswalker's spark and immediately after stabbed his shadow with Blackblade, absorbing his soul in doing so.

Dakkon did not die, the spark within him allowed him to live on. He was left with the question as to why she would do such a thing. Why give such power only to take more from him and make him a mortal enemy of hers?

It was years later when Dakkon found himself summoned to Geyadrone again. She was in the midst of a war on the island of Corondor, when he arrived he was bound to a boy, and in doing so his ability to Planeswalk away was stripped from him. Dihada attacked him and the boy, attacking with her were Sol'Kanar, Piru (an Elder Dragon) and Chromium (another Elder Dragon) all three of which were defeated by Dakkon allowing him to reclaim the Blackblade. The battle with these beasts was so great that it is said to have formed the great chasm in Corondor.

He fumbled on the table and draws out a piece of parchment with a map on it, his bony finger pointing to a chasm on the eastern coast of Corondor

With Blackblade in hand, he turned and attacked Dahinda Geyadrone. Pushing the offense in he had her reeling and at one point she was down and looked to be defeated. As Dakkon neared her weak and heaving form, she reached up and placed her mark upon him, before he could respond. With that mark she was in full control of him, he was defeated and forever her willing servant. The stories fade after the battle, with their next appearance being during the great Planeswalker War. Afterwards Dahinda left, and Dakkon was left to roam the plane.

Dakkon faded out of history, his stories forgotten, and his conquests passing into legend. The blade though did not disappear, it was discovered later in the hands of Korlash. No one knows how or when Korlash came to possess it. Some say he defeated Dakkon in battle, others say Dakkon passed on and left him the sword, and yet others say that Dakkon reclaimed his soul and that he is Korlash. Me? I think that Korlash took it. But how? I know not.

Now go, I have other historic documents to read.

He turns from you, dismissing you with this motion, bending back over his papers to draw a finger along the text as he reads, mumbling softly to himself. Your presence having already been forced from his mind you rise and withdraw from the room tugging the heavy door closed behind you.

This is a work of fiction based on the stories and entries provided by Wizards about some of the early characters. The author takes some liberty with the story for dramatic purposes. So the story portrayed here may not be the exact story according to Magic Canon. The author has found references and art to use in the following locations: Encyclopedia Phyrexianna and the MTG Salvation Wiki. If you feel that you would be able to write and contribute to ManaNation as Issar Roon, then please email Trick!