Diggy Diggy Hole Chapter 25

A week went by all too quickly. And it turns out, when you give a dwarf that ran by the logic of Minecraft an entire week to do whatever the fuck he wanted. His weaponized autism would allow him to do a great many things.

Like... For example, I finally figured out how to make redstone out of tiny amounts of ruby dust, which is mixed together with melted copper. Which allowed me to go full autism mode on redstone projects.

Like a five-meter 'block' thick obsidian door that led into the massive atrium, I had dug into the mountain. And then I filled the roof of the atrium with lava, which was held back by a layer of obsidian-infused glass.

So while it lit up the large atrium and provided a good bit of heat. Should an army of rats or orks invade my hold... Lmao, I woudn't need to 'hold' the front door. I could just flood it with lava and then cut off the lava source 'block' after the battle.

Along with the redstone projects, I set up the automatic carrot and potato farm in another section of the hold I was making. So Shaggit and his big lumbering bastards woudn't be whining about there not being any food in the area after they killed everything that wasn't themselves.

All they had to do was send a little hunting part and then after they sucked the marrow clean out of the bones of the monster, human, or whatever the hell they killed. They could fill up a small till that had a pressure plate at the bottom with said bones.

Said bones would be turned into bone meal, which would then be used to make more vegetable-based food, and the cycle of hungry ogre's bringing me the remains of their kills continued for more free food.

Beyond feeding the Ogres and making a giant death trap of a prison/hold that was lined with obsidian and the hardest materials I could get my hands on, using my Tinker's Construct Smelter.

I was currently busy doing something I was born to do.

Loud clanks and bangs rang out as my pickaxe, which was enhanced with my... Super dwarf strength rang out as I tunneled deeper into the ground with myself singing the dwarfiest song possible.

"Baah!" Azulbak cut off my singing as he pushed the mine cart down to where I was. 

"Haha, I know, I know... The deeper I go, though, the better materials I find. I even found some Gromril fragments I could put together!" I laughed with sheer joy before Azulbak gave me another deadpan bleat of warning.

Which made me sigh in agreement, as I also knew that just like digging too deeply in LOTR, I was educated firmly by my clan that digging too deeply would bring misfortune upon a clan.

I ran my rough hand across the horns of the war goat, who snorted and pushed my hand off, and then with a wag of its thin tail, it began trekking back up the mine shaft I had made.

"Probably heading back to the pasture I made it... It was a fucking mistake to get Azulbak a bunch of nannies. He is too busy watching his little harem."

I grumbled before I laughed at the memory of Azulbak's bar-like eyes going wide at the ten female goats I had brought to his large underground pasture that was lit up by glowstone.

Still seeing Azulbak happy did my lonely dawi heart good. And to say nothing of my goat doing well and continuing his bloodline. Shaggit was doing well in dealing with ANY issues that came close to the mountain we had taken over.

"Now... The only issue I can forsee is when Miao Ying throws a hissy fit and whatever messager or general she sends to tell me to get back to her work. Get's fucking eaten by Shaggit and his now bigger clan."

As it turned out. When Shaggit rolls up into another Ogre camp, kills its chieftain with an enchanted odachi that looked like it was meant to cut a dragon in half rather than horses, and then eats his son's alive while promising free food.

Shaggit had the 'perfect' kind of Ogre charisma to charm another group of Ogre's to follow him and his brood to live around my mountain.

Because in the event of a chaos invasion... The Ogres were the only ones who would just laugh and dive into fighting demons with the hopes of eating them. Hell, they could literally survive eating Nurgle deamons.

I headed back up to the massive Atrium I had opened with the lovely mental image of Shaggit having the... Worst form of Super Soaker shits after eating a bunch of nurglings only to hear the ringing of the bell that had a chain leading past the five-meter-thick obsidian door.

"Is that Shaggit asking for onions and ginger to be added to the farms again?" I muttered as the big ass Ogre was relentless in his gluttony, which was to be expected. But he was getting 'picky' and wanted more types of vegetables added to the farms.

Despite also looking almost aggrieved at the thought of eating fruits for some damned reason.

I looked through the reflected mirrors I set up through a series of peepholes to see who was outside and I saw it was Shaggit himself, along with a couple of his senior members of his tribe.

So with a lever pull, the large obsidian wall rumbled as it was pulled back into the thick wall that made up the front of the front gate of the Atrium.

"Ah therez you iz. The little un's sent ya back a letter haha!" Shaggit said proudly as one of the other Ogre's beside him stomped forward and handed me a large parcel that was wrapped in thin chains to keep it sealed.

And emblazed on the very front of the parcel, on the center lock, was a magical rune of locking that only a Runesmith could unlock.

"How did you even get across the mountains in a week and back?" I asked incredously in complete confusion.

The two Ogres shared a look before they shrugged, and one said thoughtlessly. "Wez ah... We found a tunnel and uh we got a bunch of swirly lights but then we came out near a bunch of angry red little uns who became real nice like after we said youza sent a letter to em." 

My face twitched as I realized what they meant. They found a Slayer keep/clan that obviously who sent me the letter in reply. 

And they also almost certainly fell into some kind of Underdark passageway or maybe even some kind of Warp portal that was being fueled by the rich Warpstone that was also in the area.

After giving the two Ogres a cartload of food as a reward. I was then left with opening the letter, of course.

"Well... Let's get down to the forges to break open this lock." I muttered with a grumble as I knew that whoever Runesmith made this lock was challenging my claim of being a lone runesmith child.