The Towers that Eclipes Darkshire

[Tom Marvolo Riddle]

Molten light burbled softly under the weight of my wand as I fed the magic of the Moors and my own metaphysical might into the crucible. From the yew length, a beam of incandescent yellow saw that the iridium grew in mass and nature as I combined both the simple refilling charm and the complex nature of alchemy’s transmutation. What I needed after all was more than anything nature would provide. The arcane however, could.

Drawing up my wand I evoked, even at distance, the metal into rising with it into a sphere. With a flick of my wrist I wrought a flame freezing charm upon the area before approaching. Even then the heat was almost as impressive as what had been brought to bear in the Institute’s Embassy. That was when I began to work in truth.

Using the rod of wood like a stylus I began drawing runes and diagrams in detail upon the surface of the molten sphere. Each time I had covered the whole of it I drew it back and brought a ‘new’ face to the surface while the other runes sunk below. I had stolen the idea from ancient wizards of Japan where they folded runes directly into the very depths a sword’s blade. No doubt many Muggle could attribute their legends to the process I was employing now.

Hours passed as with each layer was compressed down and a texture was begot with glassy quality. Smooth yet when taking a deep look into it one could see writing layered on top of itself. It was done. Not much fanfare to be held. Most true works of magic were like that.

Ah, so this is what has you preoccupied? Nealaphh’s mind rang with a sudden pressure and sudden.

It was, perhaps, a good thing that books could not jump otherwise my body would have reacted in a similar fashion. Instead I turned to see the three eyed figure melt from the shadows into the light of the room. It only inclined its head at what I was working on.

“Indeed” I began simply, “with this the Gigaton Hammer will move where wielder wishes it regardless of its own weight.”

To demonstrate it, I drew my wand back about into a swift arc and muttered an incantation under my breath mid swing. My entire arm jerked to a stop as I fought the sheer weight holding in the remaining heat. Each inch further radiant energy was forcibly removed and the massive sphere began to shrink, cooling. It took nearly twenty seconds to clear the air of the distorting heat and the sphere was once again visible. Trusting in my working I placed a firm hand against the cubic meter sphere that had remained anchored in the air and pushed. Two thousand kilograms of Iridium moved with exactly the same. If I kept pushing however lightly into anything, the sphere would go with it and through anything in its path.

When properly shaped this metal would be the housing for the osmium, encasing it. With it bound to that much mass though; the effect would be more realistic to the laws of inertia. Instead of something that appeared the flagrantly ignore physics as much of magic did.

This will be acceptable, the entity projected.

I nodded in agreement and saw the opening to shift the conversation to something more pertinent.

“Is the next shipment of Ore due soon?” I said wearily. The last one had been late by days after all, but not due to issues with banditry or the empire but simple Time. Even with Nealaphh himself time very much seemed to be whimsical, matching his equation for the value of omnilium that he had shown me with the first hours of arriving.

Only if the smiling one sees fit to not further interfere further.