Lower half of gate assembly

Task would enter the depths of the Kriemhild’s factory with consideration on his mind, his recent discussion with Rinn on his ambition clearly not gone to waste on empty words. He was an old man, he had a few decades at most, and he wanted to make sure he left Rinn the best gift a father could give.

A chance at a real future for Theria.

The old man’s heart had been hardened by the dark intentions and vengeance he’d held tight in the two thirds of his heart that remained, but she had become everything he’d wanted in a daughter. The perfect heir, precious and strong in her own way. Task had not felt such warmth for another being in over fifty years.

He would not fail her, the great gate would be forged.

Entering the depths of the foundry, a quick and forceful maneuver of time and energy magic in a zipping motion would find three major crucibles were dredged forth.

In the first, twenty five chunks of glinting, silvery mithril would be emptied into the metal vat, etheric flame quickly emanating forth from his trusty prismatic gauntlet of boundless potential. His magnum opus, or at least it once was. But it had always been incomplete, hadn’t it?

Merely a vessel for something greater, an ambition that had been held since he’d first visited Helheim long, long ago. In his prime, when he’d still been at his greatest.

Those trials had reforged his soul in steel, and Theria too would walk in his footsteps.

As the molten mithril was steadily churned in the crucible, Dun would begin to create a series of hard light energy molds of super heated mana, preparing for the countless interlinking, crucial parts to come in the design at hand..

With the mithril ready, the pouring process would begin as three dozen foot long molds, individually visualized and shaped to be connectable to each of the rest to perfection in fitting, would begin to be hammered by the sudden manifestation of blackened, heavily condensed energy around his trusty Sanguinary Caestus. It had become an extension of his ironclad will in a manner, and was useful for forgework.

With careful attention to each piece of the supportive frame to be, Task would make use of time and energy magic with mastery and peerless precision to hammer and shape each within the molds to ideal form and function, the glinting mithril shimmering as the use of time magic progressed the cooling process once the moment was right.

Cracking his back, neck, and shoulders, the grand old man of Theria would grab the first of the many supports before setting it in place, the others steadily gathered with the aid of his energy magic and a bit of time trickery to keep things organized while he rapidly assembled the different pieces he’d devised from the molds.

When his work was done, a nine foot tall, six foot wide arch of mithril sat waiting. The lower half of the great gate’s internal frame. It was only the start, of course, but…

Baby steps.

The second of the crucibles was now attended to, three heavy bricks of arcanium tossed within before, in a swift time assisted motion, ten liquid motes of blue mercury were ushered forth into the crucible. The metal was usually inherently fluid in nature; an ideal aspect for a portal of the realms, but it in its natural state would not hold much shape.

Arcanium, however, was the metal of the gods, and with it as a base, he could create exactly what he required.

With a firm motion of his etheric gauntlet, the metal would be dredged forth from its crucible in a molten state, motivated towards the lower half of the portal’s supportive structure by a hard energy conveyor before, in a motion that compressed the glimmering, mercurcic arcanium alloy around the mithril, infusing it with hammering blows of his prismatic fist until in a final, heaving motion…

The alloyed, arcanic plating lined the supports, the nine feet of imposing metal standing like a monolith to progress.

And it was only half its final height.

Wiping sweat off his brow, Task would take a moment to consider the third crucible for a time...before waving his hand aside. Something told him he should hold off on using common orichalchum for wiring.

He was the realm walker. He could do better. It wouldn’t be a worthy task if it was easy.