Date: Mörsugur 10th, 999. (Alt: 23rd Dec, 999 AD.) Location: Götaland (Ancient Sweden.)
"Bus-1 to Bus-150. As a directive, report to me if you feel unknown developments within yourself which may constitute emotions or morality." Heath's commands were accepted.
"Auto-1 to Bus-150. Collect materials for 400 hoverboards by following the schematic shown. Begin now, while I plan the layout of the buildings." The small army of golems' eyes shown enough to blind nearby people. And they began moving in lockstep formation to the farms.
Heath flew by the area, giving berth to the farms. Then created a rectangle that was 2 / 3rds of the (forest farm.) The square closest to the farm will be where the main building is. And in the centre of the square that is closer to the portal will contain the Cavern's Sphere. 'I should really rename our home.' Heath internally mused. He created an outline of the foundation for the construction. Making the courtyard cover about half of the square area for the 1st square by the farms. Then the outline for the sphere in the middle of the second square began.
As the measurements are accurate. By following the original proportion, the width would be 12.5 Model km (4040.1250-km (2510.4166-mi)) and the height would be 8.8 Model km (2844.2480-km (1767.3333-mi.) Being a sphere that is partially in the ground.
Besides the model for the building, he created the sphere to help provide others with the necessary showing of what he wished to do. They were confused at first, wondering why a ball close to their height was beside it until they heard what Heath said, then they calmed down. "Good that all of you are starting to get used to what I am making. I am getting impatient, so I will check on the golems." Heath told them, flying back to the farms to check on them and soon saw a mountain of materials. Which surprised Heath.
He saw the way they advanced under a single purpose, passing and turning everything as necessary with some of the large wheelbarrows he borrowed back when he got the seeds. He checks on the schematic and feels the magic to estimate how many he could create.
"384. . . 385 hoverboards, how did I make them to be so efficient?" Heath wondered aloud, "Because that's how you chose it to be." Somebody said behind Heath, startling him. He rotated quickly and saw that it was Hervor, looking at him with unanswered questions.
"How did I not spot you watching the golems? You scared me for a second." Heath asked in a joking tone, showing he got jumpscared good. "I may be a loud warrior, but I have good skills for hiding when needed. I just sat by in a taller patch of grass, your golems are something nobody else would have ever thought of. And the materials you are creating would put our clan to shame. Of course I would check to see the amount." Hervor put a hand on her hip, keeping her axe behind her, showing she was comfortable around him. She smirked.
"How are your boys, are they alright?" Heath asked, he saw them drinking by the temporary campsite, but he didn't personally check on them. "They are good, tipsy to their mead but are happy they have a new, better home." Hervor showed she was happy for them.
"So, what did you want to ask?" Heath said to Hervor directly, seeing that look in her eyes. "With your magic that allows us to talk with the dead. I wish to talk with my late husband, he died in the previous raid and I had to take over his mantle as his wife for my boys." Hervor showed her sadness around him. Which showed how much she trusted Heath. She missed him dearly, where Heath showed his sympathy through his expression, he leaned down. "Of course I will, do your boys want to talk to him too?" Heath's question made Hervor pause.
"My oldest son Hlérin wished to when I asked him, as I knew you'd ask that. My two younger sons Halle and Sten didn't. Believing it was best to let him not spend so long among the living." Hervor concluded with a serious expression, letting go of her hip in gravitas.
"What materials do you need, or are they available here?" Hervor asks in a helpful tone. "I will collect them, we need to please Hel first. So we must have some mortal blood that is fresh from the source, desiccated food that is from high-vitality animals, moulding tea which could come from the beech tree leaves and well-preserved flowers, especially black roses." Heath explained the first process. "If I gave my blood, they would wonder who the new god was and who or why they would have bled them. So I cannot." Heath looks at her worryingly.
"It is fine, you can use my blood. Next step?" Hervor was expectant on what Heath would say next. "Next, we need to show our care for Yggdrasil, they do not accept live animals but do with plants of rare quality and wish to consume the dew of said plants that are harvested in the morning. Usually from the Yew Tree. Then, use cold water from the highest point in the realm. I know which mountain it is, but it is a multi-year travel for your people without the hoverboards. It may take a few hours." Heath explained, knowing where Mount Everest is.
"I see, so was that part of the reason why you made it?" Hervor asked. "It is just a coincidence." Heath stated, Hervor was unconvinced and waited for him to crack something, but dropped it in the end. Heath was silent for a bit but continued with what was next.
"1 of every flower type I put in the fields would be collected and mixed into a mixture that could be powdered or sprayed as a tincture, as it would be a representative of every god, even if they didn't apply themselves to the task. Then we add nettles and willow bark. We would sprinkle it over what would be a presentation of your late husband and sing spells to it that tell of what their life was like and whether they wish to return to this realm. Their soul must willingly enter this form, after all." Heath finishes the instruction.
"To create the presentation however, we need either their preserved remains. . ." Heath's first part of the sentence made Hervor lose the shine in her eyes. "Or we create such a good creation of him that it would be visually identical." Heath's comment made Hervor smile.
"Copper, Clay or Wood would be best, Stone is too inflexible after all." Hervor said for him. Which Heath nodded. "I do not know what your husband looked like. There are two ways I can quickly recreate him for you." Heath began a new question. "Do you want me to recreate his living body and head with his remains, or do you want me to use your memories to 'sculpt' the creation?" Heath's question caused Hervor to frown. "I do not wish to disturb his resting place. So I would like you to look through my memories, please." Hervor asked.
"Of course. We can use an extra injector device to then use as a template for the creation. It would only check for that memory. Keeping your privacy intact." Heath believed in that issue. "I know you cared for my privacy anyway, but thank you." Hervor no longer frowned.
Heath took out one of the runic injectors and set it to replicate the information about Hervor's husband and only that, then connected it to her spine. She temporarily gains a wave of vertigo and nearly falls over, but Heath holds onto her by her shoulders. After a few seconds, she regains her balance and Heath gives her some water that she drinks down. "So would your device now have information about him?" Hervor's response didn't sound enthused but focused all the more. "It does, we could begin the ritual now." Heath debriefed.
"Is it meant to cause such a headache?" Hervor was holding her head at this point. "Do not worry, it will be gone soon." Heath assured, knowing the process of memory copying would be unsettling. ". . . How would this spell go?" Hervor asks after a minute or two had passed.
"We begin with the telling of your Husband's name, their deeds and misdeeds during their life, plead to Hel with the offerings and once you feel a 'presence' not of our own, where a soul would have an experience like, but different to my own as explained by Gorm beforehand, and ask for them to join from their reconstruction. Do you know most of what he has done?" Heath asked, hoping it doesn't come off as invasive. "I do, and it should be fine." Hervor says with greater insistence this time. Possibly being snappy for this reason.
"Good, then I will begin your Husband's reconstruction." Heath reads through the information by probing it with its magic. Now knowing his name was Agnarr, his height, his body type, facial structure and his hair type. He goes to the (copper / iron ingot farm) and begins.
He absorbs some of the copper to gain back some magic. Gaining about 09 / 10ths of the way there. Once done, he collects about 30 Copper Ingots and creates separate pieces. He makes two eyes, modular and interconnected tongue pieces, separate jaw and eyelids, thin copper strands connected to a flat moldable base piece to represent the scalp and hair, fingers and toes designed much like the tongue pieces and lastly an expandable and retractable male organ from multiple parts which matches her Husband's same size.
'That was awkward but necessary. . .' Heath internally questions his sanity. He then creates the main body, he makes it have multiple joint areas upon the neck, arms, hand parts, legs and feet, connecting the fitted separate pieces into a single unit.
He was nearly fi- *VHOOOOM* a figure whizzes past Heath at a speed that would have matched his record within the sky, creating a noise that was between a fan and a jet engine. Heath was surprised Gorm hadn't gone deaf yet with how fast he went. He flies to catch up to Gorm, causing Hervor who was nearby to twitch her eyebrows. He was able to catch up to him by going faster than he ever had before. "WHY ARE YOU GOING SO DAMN QUICK, GORM!" Heath screamed over the loud whooshing that blasted within Gorm's ears.
Their speed allowed them to travel over 3 quarters of the distance in an instant, Gorm tilted himself as if he was on the waves, turning to avoid the walls of the Cavern. He appeared like an expert who has been doing this for years. Something Heath wouldn't have expected.
"BECAUSE I WISH TO SEE THE LIMITS OF MY POTENTIAL!" Gorm shouted back. "SLOW DOWN, I WILL PROVIDE YOU HEARING PROTECTION!" Heath's yell was accepted, causing Gorm to lose altitude and speed slowly. "It was fun though. . . UNDERSTOOD, AND I WILL USE SLOWER SPEEDS FROM NOW ON, I NEARLY FELL OVER TWICE IN THE PROCESS." Gorm's first part of the comment was too quiet for others to hear over the incredibly loud whooshing of the hoverboard. But the next was easily heard.
They fly by the north of the (forest farm), where they land in a patch of grass away via walk. He did that as he noticed Hervor hugging the 'replica' of her husband, so he wished to provide her with a few minutes of respite. Heath leisurely strolls towards the location again.
Heath continues guiding him nearby to the farm area. Where the 'replica' of Hervor's husband is. "What are you making for you to need such a realistic model?" Gorm asks while putting a finger in his ears to pop it. "That is for Hervor to decide to tell you." Heath knew it was sensitive for Hervor's peace of mind. ". . . I wish to see my husband again using Heath's magic, Clan Head." Hervor stated respectfully, Gorm guessed what it was for. And he silently judges her. Staring at her as if this decision could affect everyone in the clan.
"Why are you so serious about this Gorm? Or is it not something I should be involved in?" Heath questioned whisperingly, Gorm chose to talk normally. "Because Agnarr's a man who would enjoy seeing his wife and children, but he also kept to traditions." Gorm explained.
"So you are wondering if one choice would beat the other? Why not just ask him directly as a soul before he enters the new 'replica' body so he isn't temporarily trapped upon our realm?" Heath asked, wondering what the big deal was. "He sacrificed himself during the last raid, but I understand your point as well. We will do so. I give you my blessing and permission, Hervor." Gorm says, soon going back onto his new hoverboard. Heath passed a muffler headset made of the available materials to Gorm. Where he then puts it on his head.
Gorm soon leaves, testing it out further. He stays at a speed less than the one he was at though. 'Good.' Heath internally accepted this compromise, then continued his thought process. Noting down every detail to the best scale Hervor's mind could have given.
This 'replica's' height is accurate, at 5.5042 Model meters tall (1.7790-m (5 foot 10.4.))
But it wasn't to Heath's standard, new wrinkles were created, and pores were further accentuated upon the copper skin. Dimpled cheeks were visible when they would make their slightly crooked smile, and their overall pronounced facial features helped make a younger, beardless Zach Galifianakis look-alike. (With a body suited for the show it came from, of course.) From Heath's perspective to Hervor's memories, it appeared good.
These final touches gave it a life of its own, even without the recipient soul. It appeared like a living statue you would see at a junction, standing in a normal pose that kept it well balanced. Hervor was quiet, her expression appeared. . . Nostalgic. Of a time long gone.
She stepped towards the 'replica.' Her walk was unrefined and almost robotic, Heath could not see her face from his perspective as she was in front of him but he could gather her unwavering dedication to her husband that she had been waiting for so long for. "How is it?" Heath scooted away while asking, he was worried if there were any imperfections to his design of the person she had loved so dearly as not to marry again in an era where it would be seen as normal for any woman of her age at the time. But no response came back.
She gently caressed the features of the face, and the contouring of the 'replica' seemed to almost soften at the touch of her hand, as if the features showed that even without the soul within, it was meant to be with her. She hugged it tightly, finding a comfortable position.
From Heath's perspective, he swore that the 'replica' tried to move and hug her back. But it was just an illusion that disappeared once he blinked. 'Wouldn't surprise me, honestly.' Heath would incredulously believe. He heard the tiny whimpers of Hervor, her eyes tightly shut and her nose having the risk of snot appearing. He let her have her time. Now he was thinking. . . *Knock knock* Something tapped on his shoulder twice, causing a reverberating noise. He looked over and down, seeing that it was Gorm with the hoverboard in hand.
"Your hoverboard can be very quiet when it needs to be. You didn't even spot me behind you. It would be perfect for travelling or patrolling." Gorm looked at Heath with an ever-normal look of quiet proudness, showing Gorm's acceptance and great care for them.
"I'm happy you've done this for Hervor." And nothing more needed to be said, he patted him on the shoulder and sat down in the grass beside him. Heath understood and sat by him as well. Watching the grass sway in the artificial wind was oh-so scenic and mesmerizing.
They sat there, watching away and turning a deaf ear to give Hervor space. "So, what are you planning next then in your plans of creation?" Gorm knew Heath had something in store, and he did as usual. "You know the armour I am wearing that I want to give you all?"
"Mhm, continue." Gorm asks, he saw Heath's look towards the hoverboard, and he knew it would be something groundbreaking again. "I wish to use the same runes as the hoverboard and make it into a fitting suit that would go below the armour, which would allow for people to fly without a clunky device below them. We could give these hoverboards for commercial use and the suits for military use." Heath's forward thinking plan of dividing and specialising the equipment was noticed. "Good idea, I have my own suggestion too." Gorm stated back.
"This will be good." Heath says preemptively. "I want bags to use the spatial runes you have mapped out in the cavern, maybe set up a system to allow people to choose what they wish to grab if it became too large where you would reach in the hand." Gorm meticulously said.
"That is a great idea! You described something so similar to an object in our own stories. Though there may be some minor tweaks needed, such as having what is known as a 'membrane' to allow for some objects to pass through as needed to make it so it doesn't try to suck in all of the air around it. In the same way, we need to make sure it doesn't react if placed in a space made from spatial runes like this one. In said stories I told you now, if such a bag is placed in another, it could lead to cascading destruction." Heath said excitedly.
"Your home realm had ideas like this? Any others from there?" Heath's description of the Bag of Holding from DnD gave a view to a new batch of possibilities. "Of course, though rather than describing them. It may be better to show you." Heath took out empty runic injectors.
Then, he moved both himself and Gorm to the nearby "In these devices, one will be focused on musical instruments, one for tools, one for armour, one for melee weapons, one for ranged weapons and one for throwable weapons and their different types. These would be non-magical and would instead use normal processes in their development and design." Heath said with analytical, dissociative commenting, his excitement about the new, wonderful music was dampened by the efficacious and deadly armour and weaponry.
"You will provide the non-magical counterparts, which could then be templated for magical use later, nicely thought out. And you don't need to be upset about it. I understand you hate violence, but it is sadly necessary." Gorm responds, knowing Heath's focus on passivity.
"No, I do understand. A wise king must seek peace, but be prepared for war, after all." Heath responds with a translated movie quote. "Sage words, my friend." Gorm smiled, happy.