It was Vorador's task to forge the Reaver blade, and this blade must not have any flaws. That was why Vorador forged it; it was a practice round of sorts. He made that one first, the Reaver followed. The Soul Reaver that you know today has no flaws, but that one does. That one has one very major flaw in it: the sword will not shut up.
Vorador had just finished creating the "Practice Reaver" as he liked to call it. The night before he had set it aside to cool and now was inspecting the sword for any dangerous flaws, not that he thought there would be any. No, Vorador was a master sword smith; he assumed he knew what he was doing after thousands of years at the trade. After his inspections Vorador came to one conclusion, the sword was perfect in every way possible and it resembled the likeness of him. Now all Vorador had to do was pour the essence of the spell Janos and the others were going to cast on it and he'd be done. He shuddered to think what the spell would do to the sword, so he poured it on anyway.
As he poured the foul smelling liquid on to his masterpiece he had a sudden flashback to what Janos had told him when he presented Vorador with the concoction. He had said, "You always wanted a new assistant".
"That was sudden, strange, and random…it was also very mysterious I do wonder what my dear elderly master was on about." Vorador said rather uncharacteristically. "I am furthermore confused as to why I am speaking in this British accent when I am clearly of green ancestry" Just as Vorador finished his dialog with himself his hated assistant, Clay came waltzing (literally) through the doorway of his workshop. Vorador was oblivious to this fact and was also, coincidentally, tipped precariously in his seat, staring out his window waiting for the sword to absorb the spell.
"Watcha looking at?" said a voice into his ear that was equally as stupid as it was loud. It was at this point that Vorador jumped, caught himself, and threw his weight forward so he would land without breaking his skull. Even as a vampire he would have rather not taken a stroll down that road.
After his chair was safely back on all four legs, he bellowed "Dammit Clay!" as was his favorite interjection "are you trying to kill me?" This was first time ever Clay had shown the capability to travel somewhere with out causing a considerable amount of damage to his surroundings.
"Sorry Vorador!" chirped Clay cheerfully. "Won't happen again!"
"Better not…" Vorador growled, truly as angry as he sounded. Standing, he decided he would check on the progress of the sword. Surprisingly, the sword had already absorbed the spell. He'd expected it to take much longer then that.
Behind him his assistant was hanging up his coat and gleefully singing, "Breakfast burrito! Breakfast burrito! Lalalalalaaaaa!"
"God DAMMIT CLAY!" (Told you it was his favorite phrase) "I told you if I ever heard that song again I'd…" Vorador let the threat hang menacingly, but his assistant didn't pick up.
"Breakfast burrito! Lalalalalalalaaaaaaaa!"
This was Vorador's breaking point. "I warned you" he hissed and drew the closest weapon to him (which happened to be the practice reaver). In one swift motion Vorador scooped up the new sword and plunged it through Clay's stupid smiling face. Clay was dead, but Vorador could still hear the song.
Vorador glanced down at the practice reaver. Just what kind of spell had Janos put on it? Furthermore, why was Clay still singing? "Hey Vorador! Whadja do that for?" the blade asked him irritatingly. Clay's soul was the sword! It was a terrible destiny for any one to endure…
"Wooohooooo!" Vorador shouted in jubilation. Clay was gone! Clay was gone! All he had to do was dispose of the sword and he would be free of Clay forever. But how to get rid of it…and there! A wagon loaded with weapons passed by his open window!
"This is my day!" Vorador exclaimed happily. All he had to do was catch up with the wagon (which wouldn't be hard to do seeing as though there were children out running it) and throw the sword in! "And after I get rid of this disgusting thing I thin I'll give Janos a visit." Vorador said out loud, cackling madly, he left his work shop.
A/N: I have up dated! It took a very long time...sorry...the sword made me do it! THE STUPISITY INFECTED MY BRAIN! (No that wasn't a typo, thats just how far stupidity has sunk in.)