11-01-2015, 11:56 PM
As Tom asked his latest question, Nealaphh looked ahead. The gate to the Endless Dunes was getting very close now, as Tom's summoning of his dataverse device had spanned many silent minutes. Ultimately, Nealaphh didn't know exactly how powerful the Gigaton Hammer needed to be, or even how powerful it was going to be. All Nealaphh had to work with were the basic schematics of the original megaton hammer and a few equations it had worked out to produce a similar, more potent implement. Still, Nealaphh didn't want to reveal that it didn't exactly know what it was doing, so an answer was necessary.
Powerful enough to momentarily stun a very ancient, very powerful dragon. I touch on this in the Monotruth, but my current task is to banish a feral Prime known as Volvagia from the verse known as the Asheb Steppes.
"Feral? Does that happen often?"
Nealaphh shook its head.
Most known Primes posess a frontal intelligence to at least some degree. Why The Smiling One decided to summon an animalistic killer such as this dragon is testament to his dismissive regard for the lives he toys with.
Tom nodded slowly but refrained from weighing in on this particular subject. It was clearly very important to Nealaphh, and he didn't feel entirely qualified to express an informed opinion. The pair traveled in silence for a time, content to ruminate on their individual conundrums before eventually standing at the sandstone mouth of the Dunes gate. Tom was unsure if there was some rite or incantation necessary, so when Nealaphh refrained from saying or doing anything, the wizard politely cleared his throat and gestured towards the swirling, rippling dimensional vortex that spun between the eroded pillars.
"After you."
Nealaphh continued to remaim still staring at the gate.
Given the circumstances of my fugitive status, I should like to ask a favor of you.
Tom quirked a curious eyebrow. What could this powerful enigma possibly need his help for?
"Go on."
I've recently honed the ability to change my form to a more innocuous shape. A crow. I was hoping I could travel with you in this form, so as to avoid being conspicuous.
This statement caught Tom's attention immediately. The type of transfiguration this creature spoke of directly correlated to the practice of animagism that was studied in his home world. Though Tom had never found a particular interest in the practice, there was no doubt that it marked a significant amount of self control and skill in any wizard.
"That sounds agreeable enough, but you simply must tell me how you are able to achieve such an effect." Tom said, watching with vested interest as the robed figure of Nealaphh shrunk and twisted into the body of an otherwise completely unremarkable crow. The inky black bird uttered a sullen caw before flitting up onto Tom's shoulder with a flap and a hop. The Slytherin faithful would have much rather had some manner of serpent hanging over his neck, but as it was, having what was essentially a familiar was comforting on some basic level.
I fear the explanation may be more nebulous than what you would prefer, but I can attempt to express the principals in relatable terms. Nealaphh said slowly, clicking its beak loudly. Tom chose not to be offended by these words and listened intently before stepping through the gate at Nealaphh's behest...
Powerful enough to momentarily stun a very ancient, very powerful dragon. I touch on this in the Monotruth, but my current task is to banish a feral Prime known as Volvagia from the verse known as the Asheb Steppes.
"Feral? Does that happen often?"
Nealaphh shook its head.
Most known Primes posess a frontal intelligence to at least some degree. Why The Smiling One decided to summon an animalistic killer such as this dragon is testament to his dismissive regard for the lives he toys with.
Tom nodded slowly but refrained from weighing in on this particular subject. It was clearly very important to Nealaphh, and he didn't feel entirely qualified to express an informed opinion. The pair traveled in silence for a time, content to ruminate on their individual conundrums before eventually standing at the sandstone mouth of the Dunes gate. Tom was unsure if there was some rite or incantation necessary, so when Nealaphh refrained from saying or doing anything, the wizard politely cleared his throat and gestured towards the swirling, rippling dimensional vortex that spun between the eroded pillars.
"After you."
Nealaphh continued to remaim still staring at the gate.
Given the circumstances of my fugitive status, I should like to ask a favor of you.
Tom quirked a curious eyebrow. What could this powerful enigma possibly need his help for?
"Go on."
I've recently honed the ability to change my form to a more innocuous shape. A crow. I was hoping I could travel with you in this form, so as to avoid being conspicuous.
This statement caught Tom's attention immediately. The type of transfiguration this creature spoke of directly correlated to the practice of animagism that was studied in his home world. Though Tom had never found a particular interest in the practice, there was no doubt that it marked a significant amount of self control and skill in any wizard.
"That sounds agreeable enough, but you simply must tell me how you are able to achieve such an effect." Tom said, watching with vested interest as the robed figure of Nealaphh shrunk and twisted into the body of an otherwise completely unremarkable crow. The inky black bird uttered a sullen caw before flitting up onto Tom's shoulder with a flap and a hop. The Slytherin faithful would have much rather had some manner of serpent hanging over his neck, but as it was, having what was essentially a familiar was comforting on some basic level.
I fear the explanation may be more nebulous than what you would prefer, but I can attempt to express the principals in relatable terms. Nealaphh said slowly, clicking its beak loudly. Tom chose not to be offended by these words and listened intently before stepping through the gate at Nealaphh's behest...
Quote:Nealaphh and Tom Riddle have entered the Endless Dunes.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued