Valik looked at the Vanr that came to him, commanded through telepathy, then at Kaine Zambrano, with a concubine placing herself atop his legs and kissing his bare chest as others tried to seduce his time through promises grapes, pears, apples, and barely concealed melons.
"Don't have too much fun God-King." he said, and then snapped his fingers at the two Vanr and signaled for them to follow him out. Once the trio were out of Kaine's presence he spoke to them, to obtain information. "I need access to the God-King's Devaronian Blood-Poison, some metal, and a forge." He told them, and they then lead him to the Castle Apothecarium. He would be granted personal use of this later, but for now he had business access, which was just as good for what he wanted to accomplish. The Vanr were helpful in obtaining the necessary supplies. Once everything was gathered he informed them each to head to whatever doctors were around and to each give a pint of blood for his study. He'd prefer more, but he could use it and them giving more would be counter-intuitive to their health, and thus future donations.
Alone in the Apothecary he fumbled about, examining the supplies and tools he had to work with. It was a good set up, well equipped with various centrifuges, forges, distillation hoods, the works. His materials were similarly comprehensive, stocked with all manner herbs, roots, fungus, and collection of metals. He carefully went through all of the materials, gathering some steel but not finding the Devaronian Blood Poison. After gathering the necessary tools and putting on a nearby bench with the durasteel, so he could manage to find them later, he explored around the apothecary to find what he was looking for. After much searching and deliberation it was eventually found, hidden away in a locked crate he didn't have the key for. Kaine had probably assumed one of the men he dismissed would give it to him, an untrue assessment, but a minor setback, if anything.
Holding the lock with his hand his mind traveled back in time, seeing the object and all it's history. He could see the lock being opened, the key gently sliding in and turning to disengage the machinery. Three prongs angling out at 37, 42, and 58 degrees, a slight curve from wear and tear, half millimeter deep line into either side to stop a flat key from working. Relatively simple design. For the next fifteen minutes he sat, lock still in hand, carefully using miniscule applications of telekinesis to mimic the motion of the key entering and turning the lock. It wasn't a too terribly difficult process for a Sith of his talents, but a very tedious one, and a delicate process that took time. Eventually a click was heard and Valik pulled the lock down, opening the lock before removing it from the storage container.
Inside were mounds of small, silver gemstones that he assumed were Devaronian Blood Poison. When making a masterpiece however, Valik did not operate off of assumptions. He couldn't make the blade out of this only to find out in the end it was not bloodstones that made his blade. Thus he did what any scientist would, he conducted a test, and a quick and dirty one as Valik was pressed for time. With care and lack of speed of lowered a finger to touch the edge of one of them gems, his finger immediately recoiling as the deep pain spread throughout his body like a flame in the forest. His body contorting for a few moments afterward as the intense pain eventually died down he knew the product to be genuine, but in his haste to test it had lost more than a few minutes of time he could have been working. Still shaking his fingers a bit he picked up the chest and dumped it's contents into the nearby blade mold. , before laying it into the nearby flames.
With time a bit of fanning the flames the Devaronian Blood Poison gemstones melted, fusing together with one another. This was exactly what he wanted, so he lifted the mold, not bother to obtain gloves but merely using telekinesis, and placed it outside of the hot fire. The next fifteen minutes or so were spent putting the steel into a similar mold for the hilt and placing it in the fire, as the blade outside slowly reverted to lower temperatures, and thus a more solid state of matter. Once the blade was solid, yet still glowing ablaze in heat, he took off the upper portion of the mold and then put clamps over the blade, before taking a hammer and quite literally pounding the blade, shaping it and reinforcing it's edge. It was a difficult task for one of his admittedly meager size, but he managed to find a storage of snacks and if he could sharpen the blade manually that meant less shenanigans with combining telekinesis and alchemy later, which was quite strenuous for one in the Force. Best to split the tire of his body and mind if he could, rather than overload one avenue or the other.
As this was completed he headed over to the fire and extracted the steel, now melted and fleshed into the form of a liquid handle. The mold sat and handle cooled as Valik began concentrating on the blood-poison blade, his mind seeing the composition of the gemstone-blade, and forcefully changing it, bending it to his will so as to create an unnatural protection, enhancing it's durability and also allowing it absorb and disperse Sith Lightning like, well, a lightning rod. It was a taxing process, and a tedious one, requiring quite a bit amount of time. Any alchemist could make a proper blade out of metal, enhance it's capabilities to the peak, but it was another matter to do so with a gemstone, wood, or clay. It was possible, but it took a lot of time, effort, and skill, a fact Valik would not forget this night.
Taking a water break after finishing reinforcing the blade he took a bottle and squeezed, letting the water pour down his throat, giving him a near euphoric restoration of energy, along with some spare crackers he'd managed to scrounge up. Unclipping a saber from his belt he ignited it, with a snap-hiss splitting the silence before a gentle hum resounded throughout the room. It was the moment of truth. Taking the blade he raised it up before swinging it down in a slashing moment that truly didn't have that much force, as Valik was a skinny man, but still had all the energy and heat of a lightsaber within it. His work stayed true, and the blade endured the hit, taking it like quite the champ, not even leaving a scar. His work there was done, he needed only reinforce the handle and then bind the two parts of the blade together. Child's play.
As he headed over to the now-cooled hilt he put a hand on it, altering it's form in a much simpler, as well as less stressful form of manipulation. On an impulse decision he decided to add a few spikes coming out of the crossguard, a mostly ornamental addition, but Valik spared no expense when making a blade. After all, this was Valik's work, it had his name attached to it. He could not be associated with a creation that was less than perfect. With another application of telekinesis, his last, he lifted the blade and put it in the now-alchemically enhanced steel handle, and then altered not only the composition of the handle, but it's form and the composition of the edge of the blood poison blade as well, binding the two parts together in an blend that wouldn't break, shake out, fall out, or any such nonsense that would have separated the two. Swinging it around very slowly he made sure his meld stayed true, which it did, and finally signaled one of the men outside to inform the so called 'God-King' that his work was complete. It was one of the finer blade's he'd ever made, which was saying something, but the labor he put into the blade was well worth the Vanr Blood he'd obtain, after all his project had quite the implications if he could gather all the necessary supplies.
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