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Diggy Diggy Hole Chapter 22
🕑 Added 2025-09-04 17:56:13 +0000 UTCI was awoken by the absolute worst feeling for a Dawi in a small earthquake rumbling which made my workshop shake lightly before the earthquake abruptly strengthened before cutting off.
"Nah, that shit wasn't normal. Which dirty elgi was messing with the magics of the deep earth?" I cursed as I held my forging hammer to my chest to slow my rampaging heartbeat.
As there was little else that could put a dwarf as on edge besides an earthquake. Due to said quake finding even the tiniest of weaknesses in a dawi building or just the surrounding stone and bury a whole clan underground.
Then it struck me that it the almost certainly artificial earthquake wasn't done by the elgi or Uthuan or those damned forest knife ears as the Dragon Emperor and Empress had a magical lock of the surrounding lands.
"Snotling fondler's always be messin with the magic... Can't let an honest Dawi get his sleep." I cursed before I began drinking from a large bucket of ale that I took out of my inventory.
With some good ale in my stomach to help wake me up, I got up with a slight grunt as I hopped off the edge of my bed to get back to the workshop.
'The Umgi's are thankfully incapable of fucking up the damn near completely automated lesser automaton factory. They just need to stick people in the spinning while to keep the machines moving.' I mused to myself with a slight nod.
The dumbass Umgi's weren't cutting off their fingers and other bits as well on my machines, which was a plus!
But... Like a fucking act of god, no... The ancestors clearly have abandoned my ass as I watched as one of the large smelting tables where the molten metal was poured into casts, and got knocked over!
Spilling molten dwemer metal across the brick flooring and making the Umgak's scream as the molten metal boiled and spat droplets of molten metal as it hit the much cooler brick floor.
"Fucking humans... How did we even get to the moon in my past life? Were the mole people actually dwarves or something in my old life?" I muttered with a sigh before I filled my stomach with heat and roared for them to get their heads out of their asses.
Once I got the humans back in order, I went back into my own personal workshop to work on my own weapons and gear.
'Hmm, lining an Irondrake cannon with the stomach of my old friend Mongoth would make its fire blasts so much stronger.' I mused to myself as I worked to cast the tube of the cannon before I could do anything else.
And so I kept working, enhancing my weapons to match my growing level and base stats, along with considering the future gear of my future.
Then, for the next few days, it was the same cycle as I kept working at my gear. Spending time with Azulbak and feeding him the limbs of goblins and other green skins. As Nau Xiaolin's mustering of her family's men was obviously going poorly.
"Kharn, a retainer of one of Lady Miao Ying's generals has requested your presence." The foreman said, taking me out of my trance as I was inspecting a dwemer centurion core.
"Did eh say what he wanted?" I asked with a frown as I put down the jewelled large core with a soft clang of dwemer metal on polished stone.
The foreman grimaced before he said quietly. "His retainer was acting... Particularly arrogant, I would be wary of trouble, Master Kharn."
A snort escaped me so I just reached under the table and I saw the foreman's face twitch as I took out a massive warhammer with it's head being bigger then his chest.
"If he is stupid enough to argue with me when I have a skull splitter of this size in hand. Then they are obviously just asking to die anyway." I grumbled with the foreman muttering under his breath as he quickly caught up to me.
Coming out of my workshop, I frowned as I saw two large Jade Lions standing guard on both sides of a highly decorated carriage that was pulled by two admittedly beautiful Longma.
"Kharn of Clan Barruk, my master has come with a commission fitting for your kins level of craftsmanship." An arrogant little shite of a voice rang out from the carriage.
And I just waited there awkwardly for the bastard to come out of the carriage before he continued. "You will make the Yingor clan the main bodies of the Jade Lions to be filled with the magic of our land's superior mages when you are not busy with Lady Miao Ying's order for your... Dwarven metal constructs." He said with disdain clear on his foul tongue.
So without a fucking moment of hesitation fire filled my gut and I said cuttingly. "Short-sighted little Umgak, I am not a servant or slave ye can demand of me, you shit stained little cocklet!"
The Jade Lion's hissed in warning as the magic within them registered me as a threat, but I just fucking snorted as two fucking DOZEN dwemer Centurions that surrounded my workshop at all times, and over a hundred exploding crossbow-armed dwemer spheres that were hiding atop the wide and long roof, pointed their arms at the carriage as well.
"Ye be smoking those Ratling warp rocks if you think I amma just be a slave for ye family. Now fuck off with ya." I finished before I turned around, before I ended up killing the little twit that didn't even think I was worth getting out of his carriage to greet me.
Once I got back inside... I looked to the foreman and said. "Send a message to one of Miao Ying's maidens. Tell them that whoever that fuck is serving has ordered me to stop the production of all the automatons I make en masse, to only make Jade Lions... Which I have zero zoggin clue how to do anyway."
The foreman looked like I just told him to go jump off a bridge... But it's not like I had a direct line to Miao Ying's servants like he did.
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Bio_Bill
On a side note, can Jake make the Dwarven Dragon Constructs? They were added in a Skyrim update if you don't remember or haven't seen them before.
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Tftc
