02-02-2016, 10:22 PM
Nealaphh turned in curiosity at the large, doleful gonging that drew Tom's attention so presently. It was certainly an efficacious indicator that someone, or any number of someones, were encroaching on the premises of the castle that Tom had only very recently completed. Though Nealaphh was loathe to subscribe to mortal concepts of time and space, there had certainly been a sufficient elapse of events between the time that Klee and Shen had alerted Darunia to the readiness for receipt of the raw materials for the Gigaton hammer. Perhaps it was the Gorons, here with the first of many loads of ore. The God-Mind let the wizard toss another handful of catalytic powder into the flames of the ember-flecked doorway into this center of experimentation and passed through, more ready for the violent transmission through heat and frenetic magical energy.
Several intervals of human time later, the pair arrived at the threshold of the castle gates. With some caution, Tom bade the immense, oaken gate to give way inwards, revealing several heavy-set, swarthy travelers decked in heavy black robes and wide rimmed hats, not entirely unlike Tom's own dataverse device. Flinty eyes with inherent warmth glittered out from under the ragged brims, and a little over half a dozen large carts laden with heavy crates, drawn by gently hissing reptilian beasts of burden sat at the ready for transference. Over this entire procession, Klee and Shen hovered conspicuously, gleaming with pride at a job well done. Tom looked over at Nealaphh, and the Enigma nodded slowly. Mr. Riddle adopted a look of muted satisfaction.
"Good evening, gentlemen." Tom said, looking the unique bodies of the Gorons up and down. Consorting with Nealaphh certainly exposed him to a wide variety of the Omniverse's more exotic content. He was curious as to why they were garbed so strangely. Perhaps the locals had been opposed to their inhuman appearance? The wizard could only assume that the muggles of this world were just as jaded and self-aggrandizing as they were in his universe of origin. Doubtless their xenophobic tendencies had made the journey of these chaps rather cold.
"Hey there Brother! Got the first load of ore for ya! Where we oughtta put it?" said the foremost Goron. His booming voice was slightly grating to Tom's sensibilities, but these were guests of Nealaphh, so he would reserve judgement until they actually proved to be unwelcome in his beloved home.
"The Institute wing has a path to it around the north side of the castle for loading, but gentlemen please, you must be weary! I'm sure you must be hungry." Tom said, trying to be a model of what he presumed a good host would say. It was clearly not something the wizard was used to, and the God-Mind picked up on his discomfort.
The Gorons feast on stones and mineral compounds. I'm they've been well fed, but if rest is necessary, then they can reside in the Institute wing. I may actually need a few to assist with the brute manufacturing of the Hammer. Nealaphh said, stepping forwards to inspect the cargo of the carts. A few clods of gently shining metal snaked their way out from the heavy leather tarps that were lashed around the rickety vessels, and in the high moonlight, Tom could see Nealaphh's eyes glint ever so gleefully. With that, Nealaphh bade the Gorons to drop their load off and let their dodongos take sustenance. After resting for the night, many of Nealaphh's Brothers began the long trip back to Death mountain, eager to bring more of their hard-worked ore to Hogwarts. Their eagerness never failed to please Nealaphh. Having such an industrious race of beings in its debt would surely be nothing but a boon to the Institute. The shadow did request that three of the Gorons stay and assist with the forging process, however. They stoney, portly men were only too happy to assist in the construction of a giant processing plant in the basement of the Institute wing.
The first step would be to extract the copper and nickel itself from the rest of the volcanic substrate that was mixed into the melange that had been mined out. Luckily, copper and nickel had relatively similar ductility, and since the volcanic nature of the ore resulted in a sulfide composition, the prevalence of magnetic waste minerals was relatively low. To expedite this process, Nealaphh was able to route a pipe of water from the nearby river-bend lake to run through the ore crushers, driven by the tireless legs of a Goron machinist. After saturating the pulverized ore with water, Nealaphh to the liberty of summoning an immense slab of iron, which it then charged with static runoff from the machine components of the refinery's drive belt. This process sufficiently separated the two desired raw materials from the ore itself.
The runoff from the process was sluiced into a large vat for later Omnilium extraction. The amount of Omnilium to be gained from the slurry of metallic mud was liable to be a pittance, but in the Omniverse, there was no sense in simply throwing anything out, no matter how seemingly worthless it might be. It took roughly two days to process all of the ore, after which time, the metallic compounds were smelted down into long, thin sheets of metal. One Goron was able to keep the bellows for the furnace at a nearly perfect temperature, far more consistent than many of the different magical remedies that Tom offered during the time it took the God-Mind to construct the entire apparatus. Perhaps it was the fact that, as time went on, the Institute's wing, and the greater north end of the entire Castle, for that matter, began to smell heavily of damp metal. The heat and energy of the processing plant in the depths of Hogwarts was nothing but enjoyable for Nealaphh and its brothers, however. For the Gorons, it reminded them of their home, and for Nealaphh, the suffocating heat was nearly delicious.
Finally, the time came get the actual final product from all of this; the precious Osmium. One of the single most dense, naturally occurring, stable elements to exist in any half-rational universe. To get the crystalline metal, however, Nealaphh had to summon a wide array of exotic chemicals to run the cupronickel sheets through, slowly breaking the metal down bit by bit before evaporating it in a chlorine-hydrogen admixture. At the end of all of this, however, Nealaphh was able to reach into the growth vat and withdraw a single, shining, clump of spiky metal. Tom, his secondaries, and anyone besides the volcano dwelling Gorons could not be present to witness the triumph, however; the raw osmium released a terribly toxic gas when exposed to air. It was only a minor setback, however. For now, the Osmium would be sealed inside more of Nealaphh's mysterious, black crystal substance that it so often summoned, awaiting the next phase of manufacturing...
Several intervals of human time later, the pair arrived at the threshold of the castle gates. With some caution, Tom bade the immense, oaken gate to give way inwards, revealing several heavy-set, swarthy travelers decked in heavy black robes and wide rimmed hats, not entirely unlike Tom's own dataverse device. Flinty eyes with inherent warmth glittered out from under the ragged brims, and a little over half a dozen large carts laden with heavy crates, drawn by gently hissing reptilian beasts of burden sat at the ready for transference. Over this entire procession, Klee and Shen hovered conspicuously, gleaming with pride at a job well done. Tom looked over at Nealaphh, and the Enigma nodded slowly. Mr. Riddle adopted a look of muted satisfaction.
"Good evening, gentlemen." Tom said, looking the unique bodies of the Gorons up and down. Consorting with Nealaphh certainly exposed him to a wide variety of the Omniverse's more exotic content. He was curious as to why they were garbed so strangely. Perhaps the locals had been opposed to their inhuman appearance? The wizard could only assume that the muggles of this world were just as jaded and self-aggrandizing as they were in his universe of origin. Doubtless their xenophobic tendencies had made the journey of these chaps rather cold.
"Hey there Brother! Got the first load of ore for ya! Where we oughtta put it?" said the foremost Goron. His booming voice was slightly grating to Tom's sensibilities, but these were guests of Nealaphh, so he would reserve judgement until they actually proved to be unwelcome in his beloved home.
"The Institute wing has a path to it around the north side of the castle for loading, but gentlemen please, you must be weary! I'm sure you must be hungry." Tom said, trying to be a model of what he presumed a good host would say. It was clearly not something the wizard was used to, and the God-Mind picked up on his discomfort.
The Gorons feast on stones and mineral compounds. I'm they've been well fed, but if rest is necessary, then they can reside in the Institute wing. I may actually need a few to assist with the brute manufacturing of the Hammer. Nealaphh said, stepping forwards to inspect the cargo of the carts. A few clods of gently shining metal snaked their way out from the heavy leather tarps that were lashed around the rickety vessels, and in the high moonlight, Tom could see Nealaphh's eyes glint ever so gleefully. With that, Nealaphh bade the Gorons to drop their load off and let their dodongos take sustenance. After resting for the night, many of Nealaphh's Brothers began the long trip back to Death mountain, eager to bring more of their hard-worked ore to Hogwarts. Their eagerness never failed to please Nealaphh. Having such an industrious race of beings in its debt would surely be nothing but a boon to the Institute. The shadow did request that three of the Gorons stay and assist with the forging process, however. They stoney, portly men were only too happy to assist in the construction of a giant processing plant in the basement of the Institute wing.
The first step would be to extract the copper and nickel itself from the rest of the volcanic substrate that was mixed into the melange that had been mined out. Luckily, copper and nickel had relatively similar ductility, and since the volcanic nature of the ore resulted in a sulfide composition, the prevalence of magnetic waste minerals was relatively low. To expedite this process, Nealaphh was able to route a pipe of water from the nearby river-bend lake to run through the ore crushers, driven by the tireless legs of a Goron machinist. After saturating the pulverized ore with water, Nealaphh to the liberty of summoning an immense slab of iron, which it then charged with static runoff from the machine components of the refinery's drive belt. This process sufficiently separated the two desired raw materials from the ore itself.
The runoff from the process was sluiced into a large vat for later Omnilium extraction. The amount of Omnilium to be gained from the slurry of metallic mud was liable to be a pittance, but in the Omniverse, there was no sense in simply throwing anything out, no matter how seemingly worthless it might be. It took roughly two days to process all of the ore, after which time, the metallic compounds were smelted down into long, thin sheets of metal. One Goron was able to keep the bellows for the furnace at a nearly perfect temperature, far more consistent than many of the different magical remedies that Tom offered during the time it took the God-Mind to construct the entire apparatus. Perhaps it was the fact that, as time went on, the Institute's wing, and the greater north end of the entire Castle, for that matter, began to smell heavily of damp metal. The heat and energy of the processing plant in the depths of Hogwarts was nothing but enjoyable for Nealaphh and its brothers, however. For the Gorons, it reminded them of their home, and for Nealaphh, the suffocating heat was nearly delicious.
Finally, the time came get the actual final product from all of this; the precious Osmium. One of the single most dense, naturally occurring, stable elements to exist in any half-rational universe. To get the crystalline metal, however, Nealaphh had to summon a wide array of exotic chemicals to run the cupronickel sheets through, slowly breaking the metal down bit by bit before evaporating it in a chlorine-hydrogen admixture. At the end of all of this, however, Nealaphh was able to reach into the growth vat and withdraw a single, shining, clump of spiky metal. Tom, his secondaries, and anyone besides the volcano dwelling Gorons could not be present to witness the triumph, however; the raw osmium released a terribly toxic gas when exposed to air. It was only a minor setback, however. For now, the Osmium would be sealed inside more of Nealaphh's mysterious, black crystal substance that it so often summoned, awaiting the next phase of manufacturing...
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