02-07-2016, 01:57 PM
Progress on the Gigaton Hammer was going smoothly, but Nealaphh still had nowhere near enough Osmium to fully construct the most important part of the weapon: the head. It would require at least two more full shipments of ore before that stage of construction could commence. The Enigma paced slowly around its workshop, idly looking over at the refinery as it cooled down from another day of tireless smelting. Siphoning off the excess heat from the astounding levels of energy that the dormant machines held was a temptation the God-Mind had to resist; drawing that much heat from them that quickly could potentially warp the delicate components that had taken so long to assemble.
It was night time in the Pale Moors. Nealaphh knew this only because of its neural connection to the Dataverse. The Gorons had quit for the day several hours ago, giving the God-Mind time to think and consider the first steps in assembling the Hammer proper in the deep darkness of the Hogwarts dungeons. All in all, it had managed to refine and grow about one thousand two hundred pounds of Osmium crystal, which really only worked out to be a cubic foot worth of material. Put simply, it was not enough for what Nealaphh had in mind. The hammer head alone was going to require at least five times that volume, not to mention the tang and core of the weapon. Estimating about seven cubic feet of solid Osmium, that would bring the total weight of the hammer to about ten thousand pounds. It was less than desired, but any higher, and Nealaphh doubted it would be able to find a suitable wielder for the Gigaton Hammer.
Moving over to where the crystals were being stored, the God-Mind slowly unsealed them from the obsidian it had summoned to prevent them from oxidizing into noxious vapors. The second most critical part of the weapon would be to ensure that the Osmium would not be exposed to air, which produced this effect. This was not so much out of a desire to protect anyone who might choose to wield it, but more so to ensure that the vital metal contained within the Hammer did not decompose over time. After extracting the element, Nealaphh began shaping it into a long, solid rod, six feet in length, by converting Omnilium into raw creative will. There was no doubt that the hammer would need to be wielded with two hands, so a sufficient grip was necessary. The hardest part of this step was making sure to check each and every molecular bond to ensure a durable crystal matrix was formed. Otherwise, the Osmium would be liable to crack after repeated hammer blows. After spending a few hours going over the individual molecules to ensure this, Nealaphh began to carve the leylines that would be necessary for holding the arcane energy that Tom had proposed. The hammer would be a potent mirpaux of engineering, magic, and chemistry; Nealaphh just hoped that it would be enough to waylay the beast long enough for Alpha squad to score mortal blows on the dragon. It was difficult to assess just how effective the hammer would be without having seen or studied Volvagia first hand, which was why the God-Mind had decided to hold nothing back in its creation, either in terms of its sheer devastating weight or its practicality as a weapon. It needed to be an absolute masterpiece.
By the time the haft had been fully completed, dawn had washed over the Pale Moors with a laughably optimistic brass glow. The sunlight had somehow managed to, ever so fleetingly, pierce through the dour cloud cover that was so pervasive in the skies of the Moors. It sometimes irritated Nealaphh that it could never see the stars at night in this darkened verse. For whatever reason, their alignments and movement were startlingly accurate to their positions in the Multiverse. Looking at them helped Nealaphh focus on its objective, and moreover, remind the God-Mind of what it once was. What it could be again. To dwell on such things in the breaking light of day was a recipe for disappointment, however, so Nealaphh decided to seek out Tom Riddle. They needed to discuss his plans for the arcane supplementation in the hammer in more detail. The Gorons could rest for the day, as long as they didn't reveal themselves to Tom's secondaries. Speaking of which, as the Enigma flew through the halls of hogwarts, it briefly passed over the heads of Harry and Ginny as they were on their way to breakfast. It could feel their curiosity, and suspicion, plainly through their unguarded psyches.
Nealaphh would also have to speak to Riddle about the young wizards; their snooping natures could potentially put them in harm's way.
Or in Nealaphh's way.
It was night time in the Pale Moors. Nealaphh knew this only because of its neural connection to the Dataverse. The Gorons had quit for the day several hours ago, giving the God-Mind time to think and consider the first steps in assembling the Hammer proper in the deep darkness of the Hogwarts dungeons. All in all, it had managed to refine and grow about one thousand two hundred pounds of Osmium crystal, which really only worked out to be a cubic foot worth of material. Put simply, it was not enough for what Nealaphh had in mind. The hammer head alone was going to require at least five times that volume, not to mention the tang and core of the weapon. Estimating about seven cubic feet of solid Osmium, that would bring the total weight of the hammer to about ten thousand pounds. It was less than desired, but any higher, and Nealaphh doubted it would be able to find a suitable wielder for the Gigaton Hammer.
Moving over to where the crystals were being stored, the God-Mind slowly unsealed them from the obsidian it had summoned to prevent them from oxidizing into noxious vapors. The second most critical part of the weapon would be to ensure that the Osmium would not be exposed to air, which produced this effect. This was not so much out of a desire to protect anyone who might choose to wield it, but more so to ensure that the vital metal contained within the Hammer did not decompose over time. After extracting the element, Nealaphh began shaping it into a long, solid rod, six feet in length, by converting Omnilium into raw creative will. There was no doubt that the hammer would need to be wielded with two hands, so a sufficient grip was necessary. The hardest part of this step was making sure to check each and every molecular bond to ensure a durable crystal matrix was formed. Otherwise, the Osmium would be liable to crack after repeated hammer blows. After spending a few hours going over the individual molecules to ensure this, Nealaphh began to carve the leylines that would be necessary for holding the arcane energy that Tom had proposed. The hammer would be a potent mirpaux of engineering, magic, and chemistry; Nealaphh just hoped that it would be enough to waylay the beast long enough for Alpha squad to score mortal blows on the dragon. It was difficult to assess just how effective the hammer would be without having seen or studied Volvagia first hand, which was why the God-Mind had decided to hold nothing back in its creation, either in terms of its sheer devastating weight or its practicality as a weapon. It needed to be an absolute masterpiece.
By the time the haft had been fully completed, dawn had washed over the Pale Moors with a laughably optimistic brass glow. The sunlight had somehow managed to, ever so fleetingly, pierce through the dour cloud cover that was so pervasive in the skies of the Moors. It sometimes irritated Nealaphh that it could never see the stars at night in this darkened verse. For whatever reason, their alignments and movement were startlingly accurate to their positions in the Multiverse. Looking at them helped Nealaphh focus on its objective, and moreover, remind the God-Mind of what it once was. What it could be again. To dwell on such things in the breaking light of day was a recipe for disappointment, however, so Nealaphh decided to seek out Tom Riddle. They needed to discuss his plans for the arcane supplementation in the hammer in more detail. The Gorons could rest for the day, as long as they didn't reveal themselves to Tom's secondaries. Speaking of which, as the Enigma flew through the halls of hogwarts, it briefly passed over the heads of Harry and Ginny as they were on their way to breakfast. It could feel their curiosity, and suspicion, plainly through their unguarded psyches.
Nealaphh would also have to speak to Riddle about the young wizards; their snooping natures could potentially put them in harm's way.
Or in Nealaphh's way.
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