Moledigger
"How wonderful, how utterly wonderful," grinning broadly across his dimwitted, chubby face, the boy leapt around the peculiar metal vehicle. Given his hulking body, it was almost surprising that he didn't already break his undoubtedly fragile bones in the first few seconds of moving.
"I suppose we may tell your most saintly mother that you are pleased with the gift, your highness?" inquired one of the ambassadors who had arrived in the early hours of the morning. Fortunately for all the servants and inhabitants of Trinidaris, they had passed through the palace gates a few minutes before the Crown Prince awoke. Without a gift from his mother, the prince would probably have run amok, and in such fits of rage it weren't only the slaves in the mines under the city who were hit, but certainly half a dozen servants in the palace would have fallen victim to his wrath. Thus, however, it was only the shrill screech from his fatty throat that caused suffering to those present.
"But of course, it's quite wonderful." the prince replied, before ceasing his silly behavior and scratching his head thoughtfully instead, "But what exactly is it anyway?"
The ambassador pursed his lips, swallowed a biting comment, and instead began to strut once around the vehicle in an upright posture and various gestures, "A moledigger, your highness, an ancient vehicle created by the forefathers of the Raskshane. With it they used to move in safety under the earth and create their vast tunnel networks. Your mother hoped you could use it to see for yourselves from time to time, in safety, the situation in your mines." A barely audible, yet clear and understanding murmur went through the room. So that's where the wind was blowing with this gift. So it served not only as a happy birthday gift, but above all as a reminder of the boy's neglected duties.
Deep beneath the surface of Terria, among the relics of ended empires, lies the Hohlenreich, once home to a species that supposedly preceded both the gnomes and the Raskshans. This cavernous realm corresponds to a vast network of tunnels and chambers that supposedly spans the entire planet. In order to create a network of this size, in ancient times it required a tool for this purpose, the molediggers, mechanical constructions that resemble moles and can move effortlessly through the hardest rock, thanks to a combination of acid and drills.
"I suppose we may tell your most saintly mother that you are pleased with the gift, your highness?" inquired one of the ambassadors who had arrived in the early hours of the morning. Fortunately for all the servants and inhabitants of Trinidaris, they had passed through the palace gates a few minutes before the Crown Prince awoke. Without a gift from his mother, the prince would probably have run amok, and in such fits of rage it weren't only the slaves in the mines under the city who were hit, but certainly half a dozen servants in the palace would have fallen victim to his wrath. Thus, however, it was only the shrill screech from his fatty throat that caused suffering to those present.
"But of course, it's quite wonderful." the prince replied, before ceasing his silly behavior and scratching his head thoughtfully instead, "But what exactly is it anyway?"
The ambassador pursed his lips, swallowed a biting comment, and instead began to strut once around the vehicle in an upright posture and various gestures, "A moledigger, your highness, an ancient vehicle created by the forefathers of the Raskshane. With it they used to move in safety under the earth and create their vast tunnel networks. Your mother hoped you could use it to see for yourselves from time to time, in safety, the situation in your mines." A barely audible, yet clear and understanding murmur went through the room. So that's where the wind was blowing with this gift. So it served not only as a happy birthday gift, but above all as a reminder of the boy's neglected duties.
Deep beneath the surface of Terria, among the relics of ended empires, lies the Hohlenreich, once home to a species that supposedly preceded both the gnomes and the Raskshans. This cavernous realm corresponds to a vast network of tunnels and chambers that supposedly spans the entire planet. In order to create a network of this size, in ancient times it required a tool for this purpose, the molediggers, mechanical constructions that resemble moles and can move effortlessly through the hardest rock, thanks to a combination of acid and drills.
I like the level of detail and potential within the Molediggers. They lend themselves to a whole line of plots that could be explored. I only wish that with the nuggets of other related topics that you mention there were links to find out more about those topics. Then again maybe you haven't written about them yet. As far as ancient, half-understood, tech goes I would love to see one of these in person. The idea of the protorace using their acid and energy to power the machine seems quite mysterious and fantastic.
thank you very much, sadly english isn't my native tongue and this whole world is a translation of another world, which is why a lot of things have yet to be translated and linked. But maybe you will have another look once it's done. :)
I look forward to it and you are doing great!