03-17-2016, 12:37 PM
Tucking the tome that contained the essence of myself into the folds of my robes, I chuckled, it was hard not to. While Nealaphh had always seemed inquisitive by nature, at least to my senses, his reaction to what was soon to be the Gigaton Hammer was quite a statement of my efforts. While my partner in this venture had been comatose and when I was not expanding the castle, I had been working on prototype chassis to which to shape the liquid metal.
“Most certainly,” I replied conspiratorially.
With another flick of my wand I summoned a laden golden metal frame from its seat on top of a book case to my hand and gingerly thrust the head into the sphere of osmium. Several things happened at once. Like iron fillings torn from gravity by a magnet, the silver-black body shuddered until rippling tendrils began pouring into the frame with reckless abandon. Like mercury into a perfectly transparent glass.
Within moments, the fluidic discharging of the sphere had finished and a wicked looking mallet of untold weight floated there in its stead. It had taken a deep blackness that was streaked with bright silvers and growing yellows of gold that formed the stylistic elements. The frame though was quickly dissolving, consumed as if the osmium were an acid rather than a nature defying metal. It was perfect.
“It hungers to consume heat, life and substance, but more importantly to consume a shape that will be its final form. This nature will force itself to constantly work towards… fight to maintain whatever body we deign to teach it regardless of any further states its being subjected to.” I said slyly.
That was one advantage with working with Nealaphh; I didn’t have to explain myself in detail. I only needed to provide a simple demonstration and a basic rundown and he could extrapolate my purpose. It would also make him an exceptional adversary if it ever came down to it.
Considering that the weapon was going to be used against a being that was possibly one of the top tier Primes of the entire known universe, I had to take steps to ensure it would remain intact through the entire fight.
Once the last of the golden frame had been dissolved, the liquid nature and its own personal gravity field reshape it into an eruption. All at once the thin extended mass began expanding to fill its original volume and shape of a sphere; although just under the surface I spied riveted tendrils that continued to seek the new and untested.
Perfect.
Ultimately this was just another step in creating something more than a brutish Neanderthal implement, but the simplest of items were often test beds for something far more advanced. Advance enough that they would be useful for my purposes. Though they would take far more abstract materials than simple metals and the souls of the unwitting.
And the source of this proto-salience? Nealaphh said with slightly narrowed eyes.
A grin slit my face, “I fused the metal with the white-washed life and hollowed out soul of one of Dracula’s minions when they dared attack me and my own. Nothing of the donor survived.”
“Most certainly,” I replied conspiratorially.
With another flick of my wand I summoned a laden golden metal frame from its seat on top of a book case to my hand and gingerly thrust the head into the sphere of osmium. Several things happened at once. Like iron fillings torn from gravity by a magnet, the silver-black body shuddered until rippling tendrils began pouring into the frame with reckless abandon. Like mercury into a perfectly transparent glass.
Within moments, the fluidic discharging of the sphere had finished and a wicked looking mallet of untold weight floated there in its stead. It had taken a deep blackness that was streaked with bright silvers and growing yellows of gold that formed the stylistic elements. The frame though was quickly dissolving, consumed as if the osmium were an acid rather than a nature defying metal. It was perfect.
“It hungers to consume heat, life and substance, but more importantly to consume a shape that will be its final form. This nature will force itself to constantly work towards… fight to maintain whatever body we deign to teach it regardless of any further states its being subjected to.” I said slyly.
That was one advantage with working with Nealaphh; I didn’t have to explain myself in detail. I only needed to provide a simple demonstration and a basic rundown and he could extrapolate my purpose. It would also make him an exceptional adversary if it ever came down to it.
Considering that the weapon was going to be used against a being that was possibly one of the top tier Primes of the entire known universe, I had to take steps to ensure it would remain intact through the entire fight.
Once the last of the golden frame had been dissolved, the liquid nature and its own personal gravity field reshape it into an eruption. All at once the thin extended mass began expanding to fill its original volume and shape of a sphere; although just under the surface I spied riveted tendrils that continued to seek the new and untested.
Perfect.
Ultimately this was just another step in creating something more than a brutish Neanderthal implement, but the simplest of items were often test beds for something far more advanced. Advance enough that they would be useful for my purposes. Though they would take far more abstract materials than simple metals and the souls of the unwitting.
And the source of this proto-salience? Nealaphh said with slightly narrowed eyes.
A grin slit my face, “I fused the metal with the white-washed life and hollowed out soul of one of Dracula’s minions when they dared attack me and my own. Nothing of the donor survived.”