Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
OOC/ This is open to anyone who wants to gain or hone alchemy skills, in Fringe or CIS, due to Rave's longtime collaboration with Isley.
IC/ Silver Station -- a tiny space station between the Republic, the Protectorate, and the Confederacy -- unaligned and largely forgotten within its nebula. As good a place as any to make Dark Side capitalism happened.
The deal was simple. Learn basic metallurgical alchemy, help mass-produce the sword blanks into straightforward Sith blades, keep one or two. Manuals, tools, grinders, forge space, blood, strange machines of crystal and runes -- all had been provided. Rave, Isley, and numerous associates walked the lines, ready to answer questions.
This was a field test, and a risky one. Not just for the feasibility of making these simple blades, at a scale higher than their first trial run with the Fett Kal knives, but for the universal practicality of the forge machines. Simple, by all expert standards; nothing like Rave's own forge, or the Dark Forge of Aza'zoth. But still useful, hopefully, ideally. No doubt some would break tonight, but that was par for the course when one was attempting to field test dozens of highly simplified alchemical forges. The twenty-dollar drug store telescope of Dark Side blasphemies.
Everyone who had been invited had already been given basic information and very basic training exercises on the rudiments of alchemy on the way. Ideally, nobody should be starting from square one.
IC/ Silver Station -- a tiny space station between the Republic, the Protectorate, and the Confederacy -- unaligned and largely forgotten within its nebula. As good a place as any to make Dark Side capitalism happened.
The deal was simple. Learn basic metallurgical alchemy, help mass-produce the sword blanks into straightforward Sith blades, keep one or two. Manuals, tools, grinders, forge space, blood, strange machines of crystal and runes -- all had been provided. Rave, Isley, and numerous associates walked the lines, ready to answer questions.
This was a field test, and a risky one. Not just for the feasibility of making these simple blades, at a scale higher than their first trial run with the Fett Kal knives, but for the universal practicality of the forge machines. Simple, by all expert standards; nothing like Rave's own forge, or the Dark Forge of Aza'zoth. But still useful, hopefully, ideally. No doubt some would break tonight, but that was par for the course when one was attempting to field test dozens of highly simplified alchemical forges. The twenty-dollar drug store telescope of Dark Side blasphemies.
Everyone who had been invited had already been given basic information and very basic training exercises on the rudiments of alchemy on the way. Ideally, nobody should be starting from square one.