The Nordic god of standards and patron to all German engineers and technicians is O-DIN.

Unknown Origin

 

 

 

Mariette cried out gutturally as I repeatedly rammed my strap-on all the way up her delicious, tight ass.

"YES, thank you, my Mistress. Show this slut her rightful place! UHHHH!"

Honestly, I had no idea why she had been talking about herself in the third person during sex for some time. Not that I didn't like it, but it wasn't something I would have demanded of Mariette either.

 

Constie and Alice accompanied us and I allowed the two of them to observe us. Well, maybe I should rather say that I ordered them to do so. In the time here all my girls have somehow grown to my heart. However much I loved to humiliate them all, exploit their perversions and, like all my beauties, delay their climax, withhold it from them before finally taking pity and giving them their redemption. They were nevertheless all mine. Alice, the perverted, sweet Peeping Tom, could only with difficulty stop herself from grabbing between her thighs at the moment. While Constie, the rather shy and reserved, had to masturbate herself, I had ordered Alice not to dare to touch herself, her hands had to remain nicely interlaced behind her back. Somehow I'm kind of a really nasty bitch.

 

But back to the beginning. Finally, it makes no fun when having sex, if it goes directly to the point. A foreplay always belongs to it.

 

I was with Mariette, Constie and Alice on the way from Nuldur to the "pebble" to meet with the Steiger and finally conclude the deal that would bring me my second national territory. Well, admittedly, I would buy it. But if I can just buy something instead of having to fight a war that would cost me more in the end, then I pull out my checkbook and smile with joy. Historically, German rulers have always profited more from paying for land than from conquering it militarily. Why not just do the same? It is rumored that the reunification of Germany was basically nothing more than a clever financial strategy of the capitalist West against the socialist East. I have no idea if there is anything to it. Makes some sense, don't you think? The fact is, however, that a capitalist is always in a better position to use money as a weapon than a socialist. But I don't want to digress. I was ready to make a truly "deep" reach into my chest of treasures to acquire the "worthless pebble" from the dwarves. Deep down, I hoped the dwarves would take me up on my offer. Having to go to war with the dwarves just because they would support my opponents was possible, but I would just have to fork over too many resources to avoid wiping them out completely. My hope was that the dwarves would just squeeze a little bit more out of me and then seal the deal. Good grief. Sigh.

 

Distance-wise the approximately 600 km between the pebble and Nuldur were to be done well within one day. At least with the mobile equipment I had under me. By horse with an exchange squadron would be a courier rider alone good two and a half days on the road. A rider alone must also sleep sometime. Significantly easier and faster was my motorized horse replacement. However, we also did not travel at the maximum possible speed. On the one hand we wanted to see somewhat of the scenery while on the trip and on the other hand I had certain "intentions".

 

Which intentions do you ask? As if you can't imagine.

 

Well, I wanted to have my well-deserved fun with the three of them. During one of the pee breaks, I was overcome with the desire for some spice in our relationship. And I always wanted to fuck my Mariette outdoors. Naked tied to a tree, with a red glowing butt after I had treated her to an intense spanking to warm up.

 

With a simple "Take off your clothes. I feel like doing something exciting with you three outdoors." I made it clear to my beauties that it was now time for fun and games. And they looked really yummy. With that in mind, I pulled my belt out of my pants, folded it in half, and made it snap twice. Then I pointed to Constie and instructed her to bend over and grab her ankles. She wiggled slightly excited full of expectation with her buttocks. Cute and to bite into. Yes, the solarium in my SPA worked wonders.

 

Mariette watched as I worked Constie's tanned ass with the belt. It was not too hard, nothing compared to really forceful strokes, after all it was not a punishment I was performing on Constie. The discipline was aimed more at psychological effect than pain. The red stripes began to form on Constie's butt and thighs. Mariette could see both her fear and her arousal. When it was over, Constie thanked me for disciplining her and stood at my little rabbit's side. Now it was her turn to watch. Alice was squirming from the first moment. She couldn't watch enough. Alice, my sweet, perverted little rabbit.

 

"Your turn, Mariette," I revealed to her.

 

Mariette bent over and grabbed her ankles, waiting for the belt to bite into her ass as well. Instead, she felt my hand caressing her cheeks, rubbing them gently.

 

"Aren't you going to spank me, my Mistress?"

 

"Yes, but I needed you to feel my loving hand on your butt. I chastise your ass to teach you and protect you, not to punish you out of anger. Take a deep breath and be ready, here comes the oar," I announced.

 

The belt slapped Mariette's butt, and she could feel what I was seeing, the lines already forming. The belt was not to be trifled with, it always hurt, even if I only pulled through gently and with love. The next smack was on her thighs, just below her "seat meat" and another quickly followed. The two strokes on top of each other were obviously burning on her tender skin, and she began to whimper.

 

"Three more, Mariette. I want you to count them out loud, and then we're done. After that, you'll be tied to a tree and thoroughly fucked."

 

CLAP! The belt slapped across the center of Mariette's ass. The pain was obviously much harder than she had expected.

 

"One, my Mistress, thank you very much."

 

SWAT! This time I aimed for the top of her butt, and it was evident in her face how it burned just above her cute little dimples.

 

"Two, my Mistress, that hurts, thank you very much."

 

"I know, dear. It's supposed to hurt too."

 

SLAP! The last one landed on her buttocks again, and the pain from it radiated all the way into her pussy.

 

"Three, my Mistress. Oh, that hurts, it hit my pussy a little," whimpered Mariette, bouncing up and down as she rubbed her bottom.

 

I took Mariette in my arms and held her tightly. With one firm hand, I tenderly stroked Mariette's throbbing bottom while my other hand went to Mariette's pussy and gently grasped it. I knew that my last stroke would hit her there a little, but I also wanted to make it clear to her that she was mine. Mine alone. I held my precious little confidante in my arms until Mariette stopped shaking. Every time my girls, my wonderful consorts and mates, submitted to me so completely, bestowing their trust on me unconditionally, I felt this sweet feeling of affection growing deep inside me. I had to kiss all three of them softly one after the other with all the feeling I was capable of.

 

"Go stand by that tree, Mariette. Press your sweet little nose against the bark and stay there until I tell you otherwise."

 

"Yes, my Mistress. Are you angry with me?"

 

"No, dear. I am not angry at all. Be my good girl and do as I told you."

 

Without saying a word, I helped Mariette to her feet, took her hand and led her to the tree. I tied both her hands with a long rope that I threw over a branch fork after I tied it around her wrists and finally tightened it and she stood on her tiptoes. She stretched her buttocks up and wiggled until she felt my hand grasp her tight cheeks. It would be more relaxing for her to lie across my lap after receiving a hard spanking. However, I was not there yet. First I tied her feet at the ankles to the side of the trunk, spread wide enough for me. I rubbed and stroked them. I ran my finger across the crack in Mariette's ass cheeks and stroked her small asshole with a single, well-aimed finger. A low moan escaped Mariette's throat as my finger paused at the sensitive spot.

 

"My Mistress, may I ask for some of this lube? If I do, perhaps you could then put your finger in my ass. My hole is tiny and tight, but I am very clean. This morning I was very thorough with my irrigation. I would love it if you could put your finger in my ass, if you don't mind?"

 

"That sounds like a nice idea. Constie. Bring me the lube from the buggy."

 

"Very well, Mistress!"

 

Constie walked very slowly and deliberately to our buggy. She bent over lasciviously with her butt stretched out, presenting her clean-shaven slit and welted ass, and took out the lube. What a naughty little slut. She did that on purpose. She handed it to me, knelt behind Mariette and put her hands on her butt to spread her firm cheeks as wide as possible for me. I nodded appreciatively at Constie before continuing. Mariette winced a little as the cool cream touched her little hole, but she quickly warmed up under my touch and finally inserted my finger gently into the tight little naughty spot. With deliberation I increased the number of fingers in her tight asshole, one by one. Wetness began to cover Mariette's inner thighs and drips slowly formed running down her legs.

 

"You seem to be enjoying this, Mariette. You love the way my strap-on feels in there?"

 

"I have a little respect for the size, but I trust you, my Mistress. If you think I need to be fucked with the strap-on, I will gladly accept."

 

"I think you will enjoy it after the sensation the initial pain wears off. I will be very thorough with you, because you are precious to me," I said, sliding my fingers out of Mariette's tight ass.

 

It was quite unfortunate that I did not have a strap-on with an additional dildo for my pussy. The feeling would be significantly more satisfying for me. With the right timing, I could cum at the same time as my slaves. I opened my pants and took out my strap-on. Mariette could only see what I was doing behind her to a limited extent, but tied to the tree she had no choice. Constie made her asshole more accessible to me, pulling the cheeks. She was mine now, and Mariette loved the idea.

 

"Please fuck my little ass, my Mistress," Mariette began to beg, and Constie spread her cheeks as wide as she could.

 

I squeezed more lube into Mariette's upturned ass. I took my time sliding the silicone cock centimeter by centimeter into that wonderful tight ass so as not to overwhelm my beauty. I could feel Mariette straining and clenching her ass, so I stopped, but didn't pull it out.

 

"Do you want me to stop, my jewel?" asked my incomparable Mariette. Not that I would have stopped if I didn't really perceive that I was hurting or overwhelming her.

 

"No, my Mistress. I need you to do what you want. I can take it. It hurts a little, but I love to give you pleasure. Please keep fucking me. I need to learn how to give myself to you completely."

 

I gently pushed my wand even deeper into Mariette's rear entrance and felt myself overcoming her tightest spot. The strap-on slid in all the way and I saw Mariette's pent-up fear turn into ecstasy. Confirmed by Mariette's soft moans, I carefully moved my hips back and forth to pull out again and smoothly thrust back in. This time I placed my hands on Mariette's back so the girl couldn't move. As the little beauty began to push up against my strap-on, I reached under her and found her wet pussy. I pinched Mariette's jewel between my fingers. Tugged lightly on her ring.

 

"This is mine, do you understand?" I asked, slapping Mariette's spread ass several times with a firm, open hand, leaving five red fingerprints on her flawless skin.

 

"Yes, my Mistress. I am all yours. Please spank me again while you fuck me. This slave needs to put in her place."

 

My hands glowed just as tingly as her butt cheeks. I can understand why some Dommes and Doms like to use the crop or paddle. But I prefer my own hands. The bittersweet feeling when my skin meets my partner's, the poignant pain we share, unspeakably unique. Very rarely, like earlier, did I use anything other than my hands when spanking.

 

Unlike the two of them, Mariette was strictly forbidden to come without my permission. And she desperately wanted to come. By now very desperate, if I interpreted the signs correctly.

 

"Mistress, PLEASE. Please let your slut come. I can't take it anymore. Oh, please mistress. Fuck me, please." my wonderful Mariettte begged me.

 

There really wasn't much left and she would meet Cheval at eye level, at least as far as anal was concerned. But I was still waiting. It wasn't time yet. Oh, she didn't have to suffer like this out of sheer spite on my part, waiting for her redemption. It was a very special requirement that I had previously discussed and secretly communicated to Mariette. And to her alone.

Both Constie and Alice had to come before her before she would receive my permission. They just didn't know about the requirement. Mariette now knows very well what I enjoy doing. And it boosts her self-esteem immensely that I prefer to choose her first for my games, ahead of her fellow mates and co-wives. Just like now.

 

Slowly I played with the thin chain that ran from the eyelet on her collar down between her delicious thighs. To this one special place in the crotch of every woman. I don't miss the opportunity to give each of my treasured treasures my own mark. My ring. At her most sensitive place. At the center of her feminine desire. Slowly I increased the tension on the chain. Exactly to this delicious moment, when pain and pleasure are in balance.

 

" MISTRESS! Ahhhhhh, Oh please Mistress, MORE! Please, dominate this slut hard." pleaded Mariette to me.

 

Apparently this pleading was the nudge the other two had needed. Constie, amazingly, came after Alice. Only a few seconds later, though.

 

Orgasm control, better the refusal to climax and the constant maintenance of sexual tension - read edging, is a wonderful thing. As a Domme I find this type of play for a D/s relationship one of the most beautiful ways to dominate my subs. Brute force is simply repulsive during sex. A sadist like me, loves to play with pain and pleasure. Finding that fine balance that catapults a submissive to unimagined heights. It is simply impossible for me to get there without feeling a sense of affection for my girls.

 

"Yes, sweetie. Come as much as you want. You've more than earned it. I want to watch you cum while I have this cock in your tiny ass. Come for me, my beautiful slave!"

 

I gave her ass several slaps in quick succession, thrusting my strap-on deep inside her with all the pressure I could muster. Mariette exploded in a writhing orgasm that made her slump. Shivering and trembling in the ecstasy of her climax.

 

Some time passed until all three had recovered sufficiently from their climaxes to be responsive again. I can't deny that the fact of having made three women come at the same time makes me a little proud.

 

"Oh my goodness, my Mistress. I thought I was going to pass out. I've never been fucked so hard in my ass before. That was just perfect. Thank you so much." Mariette was still moaning lost in her afterglow, trying to come back to her senses.

 

Along with Constie and Alice, I freed Mariette from her bonds, pulled everyone into my arms and hugged them to me. I could no longer imagine being without my girls. Any of them.

 

I came, hmmm - we all came ... uhh - reached very relaxed the "pebble" where a larger number of dwarfs including the " Steiger" already awaited us. Yes, I admit it, my wild smooching with my three girls in front of the waiting dwarfs was to a good extent showing off. But look at it this way, I was able to set the hurdles of a possible political marriage, already at the beginning very high.

 

In retrospect, I can only say that was quite wrong of me. Damn many men like to watch women having sex with each other. And women know that many workers like to shout naughtiness at them. Dwarves are no exception. Well - maybe they are, the teasing moles started cheering us on after all. How naughty. Alice almost blossomed and melted under the rhythmic clapping and shouting. Who would have thought that my sweet little voyeur is also an exhibitionist? Naughty bunny!

 

The storms of enthusiasm from my grateful audience of dwarves fortunately subsided after we finished our show interlude. It goes without saying that we bowed to our audience. That's just the way it should be. But it was time to take care of the business part of our meeting.

 

The Steiger and I shook hands.

 

Honestly, we tried to squeeze each other's fingers while smiling gleefully. Argh. Damn axe. Dwarves can be really nasty little assholes.

 

We all know what happens when two alpha personalities face off in a contest of Who-Pisses-Further and no one wants to back down. As a woman, I'm also, purely biologically, neither at eye level nor equipped with the right tools to piss further than a man. After five minutes of torment and time wasting, I was of the opinion, and in the mood, to use my female weapons. Psychological warfare.

 

I bent over and whispered softly "Huinain, if you think you could marry me, let me tell you, I'm going to be on top and you're going to get pegged in the ass."

 

Yes, yes - I know, what if he was into it? I was taking quite a risk, after all he was still unmarried and that could well be the reason. But, damn it, I'm into pain during sex not negotiations. To my relief, my gambit worked, though we both kept up the pressure and didn't waver, I saw the confidence in his eyes crumble slightly. Sure I'm a nasty bitch and you can see it that way I flinched at first. But don't get carried away with self-righteousness here, Huinain started it after all. And in a pissing contest, anything goes.

 

As soon as I saw him cringe inside, most guys just aren't into pegging and just the thought makes them crumble inside, I knew I was going to win our little test. Or rather I had. And a winner can be generous. Smiling, I reduced the force with which I was squeezing his hand.

 

"Damn, it's no lie that dwarves are strong, Steiger Huinain. My hand feels like stone powder. Hahaha. Shall we sit down and drink some beer? It's so hard to talk with a dry throat." That wasn't even an exaggeration, my hand felt terrible.

 

"Hahaha, Lady Laura, your handshake is no slouch either, it's been a long time since anyone has lasted this long. I agree with you, enjoying a mug of beer now would make our negotiations bearable. Unfortunately, I neglected to plan that far in advance, and forgot to prepare a proper table, regrettable. But let's dispense with the formalities, please call me Huinain even if we are not going to get married. Hahaha, my advisors keep trying after all. Think nothing of it."

 

Constie, the little snake, just grinned in amusement so much my relief was evident. "My Mistress, why don't you finally redeem our guests and set up our festive set? It would be a shame if all that effort was for nothing."

 

Ah yes, where she was right, she was right. After all, what else had we gone to the trouble of preparing a large wooden table, including chairs, food and drink, and packing it into my inventory? Without further delay, I unpacked. My inventory was such a cheat that I was almost too strong with it alone. And I exploited the cheat without reserve. The assembled dwarves' eyes bugged out. My girls just giggled quietly.

 

Huinain was the exception. He laughed so loudly and strongly that he could not stop himself.

As soon as we poured the first jug into ourselves I wanted to know where I stood with the dwarves and what was now with our trade. It wasn't that everything depended on the dwarves, but it would be significantly easier for me.

 

"Well, Huinain, what did you want to see me about? If I understood your brother correctly and judged the thirst of your miners correctly, my offer should be to your liking. And now that marriage is off the table, there are not so many options. Somehow, after our greeting, I no longer have the impression that you dwarves might be greedy and want another shovel on top. Information or there is something I can help you with I would think."

 

"Hahaha, Laura, you are very perceptive. That's why I'm telling you. Both. HOHOHO."

 

First slowly, then faster and faster, the clues fell into place. At least as far as the first part was concerned. What of all things I could help the dwarves with? Absolutely no idea. I was quite curious about that. I signaled Mariette to fill mine and Huinain's jug. For some conversations, a well-moistened throat is necessary, almost essential.

 

"Now then, Huinain, what little problem can I help you with?" I signified him to explain himself. Delaying the matter really made no sense in my eyes. I'd rather take the matter by the horns and get it done. I let my intuition guide me and nonchalantly added, "After all, what are we allies for if we don't stand by each other in times of need? Weren't we, Huinain?"

 

"Yes then, well, Laura, ..." he initially puttered a bit. "I was wondering if we could make our deal a little more appealing to you. We both know your offer for the 'pebble' is incomprehensibly high. My brother suggested we put a little more on our end of the scale, and I'd like to offer you some additional territory inland."

 

That didn't really sound like a problem to me yet. At first glance, at least. It did feel like a situation where you don't look a gift horse in the mouth. My inner alarm didn't go off, at least. Straining, I searched for the potential hook of this gift.

"And what exactly does this patch of land contain that you want to get rid of? And while we're at it - why do you want to get rid of it? I admit you've got me curious, Huinain."

 

He sighed deeply. "A dungeon, Laura. That thing annoys us beyond belief. Instead of letting us sensibly dig in the earth for resources like it's in our nature, the dungeon wants us to fight monsters and hunt for treasure. And on top of that, over time, slowly but steadily, it spreads throughout the land where the dungeon is located. And where it is, it prevents us from driving tunnels into the earth. An incomparable curse for us."

 

"And if the Dungeon were located in my land, it would no longer spread throughout the realm of the dwarves. But contained into my lands. Clever. I have a few more questions, Huinain. How fast does the dungeon spread and what happens to tunnels that already exist?" I wanted to know. A few of my plans require tunnels. For example, my trade with the dwarves should take place unobserved underground, away from too curious eyes.

 

Contritely, Huinain confessed to me, "About fifty meters in radius around the core, the dungeon grows per year. Currently, the area that the dungeon occupies is a little over ten kilometers in circumference. It leaves existing tunnels and galleries alone, but as soon as it claims something, it prevents any expansion. For us, it means that the precious ore has to be just a grain of sand in the wall and it becomes inaccessible to us. At some point, when the dungeon has spread throughout the dwarven realm, we will lose our reason for being. Either we'll look for new territories or from then on we'll just sit on our fattening asses and just tell each other about old times. Ever since the dungeon was discovered a little less than a hundred years ago, the darn thing has been a headache for all Steigers. And yes, as you correctly pointed out, once the Dungeon was on your land, Laura, only your land would be affected. The dwarf kingdom would be saved."

 

Whew. That was a mighty mouthful for me to swallow. The logic of Huinain's thought process was impeccable. Not only from the dwarves' point of view, no, I also liked his solution to the problem. However, I had to weigh for me whether problems could arise for me. What I didn't want in any case was to become a dungeon lady. That would be annoying. And to be locked up in a kind of prison, virtually immortal, for all time? I have no interest in that. Not at all. I wasn't that desperate, and I wasn't planning to be. Thoughtfully, I went over the implications and limitations for me. My considerations and geographic location. Previous expansion and projected growth. The evolution over time. Hmmmm. In fact, after some thought, I was not averse to agreeing to the offer. And ultimately, I wanted the "pebble". Screw the rest.

 

I nodded to Huinain and offered him my hand. He took it and this time the handshake was civilized. A rock fell from my heart. I think from Huinain´s heart as well. The deal was done and sealed.

 

An important piece of my puzzle fell into place. I almost felt as if a great cog had been set in motion. It began. Vibrating in the air, stirring in the ground.

 

"You have a question, Huinain. I can literally feel it. Why don't you ask it?"

 

Huinain nodded his head. Remarkably short was his question. "Why?" As you might expect. In his place, I probably would have asked the same thing, however, I already knew the answer.

 

"There is a war coming, Huinain. It is inevitable. The gods wish it so. The shadows have already begun to stir. Mitoran and Nagronde are just the first. But more will follow. It may take some time, but it will happen. I´m certain of that."

 

The grim look on his face made it clear he already feared something similar. He motioned me to continue.

 

"There is nothing I could do to avoid the war. At least nothing that would not be much worse and more terrible than letting the war take place. The "pebble" is in a very strategic location for this war. Several empires and the sea will border it. There are many reasons why I chose this particular spot, and I will keep them to myself until it is time to reveal them, but one reason is that I can hopefully prevent you from being drawn into this war. If I had turned to the elves, we would have been fighting each other. This way you have a chance to stay neutral."

 

His gaze hardened. "How bad will the war be?"

 

I decided I might as well give him some truth.

 

"Very bad. Very few people will be able to imagine what will happen. It will be as bad as I can possibly make it, Huinain. I'll try to save as many as I can, but everything has a price. And the price the dwarves will have to pay is to supply the iron with which the rest will then kill themselves. Make no mistake, Huinain, you will feel that price on your conscience in the end. Only that the alternative, that you would have to go to this war yourselves, will cost you much more in the end. The lesser of two evils is still evil."

 

I channeled some of my inner bitch into my voice and gaze before fixing Huinain.

 

"I don't really mind the dwarves, demi-humans, elves, or humans here. Left alone, I could live here just fine. At peace with myself and the rest of the world. I like the demi and you dwarves. But don't kid yourself, I'm not one to be sacrificed. No savior whose life leads others to enlightenment. Whoever threatens or attacks me or mine will feel my rage and anger or revenge."

 

Huinain was very thoughtful. But he came to a decision. This time he held out his hand to me to seal our alliance. I grasped it and, appropriate to the situation, our handshake was solemn. And the pebble fell from my heart. Into my lap.

 

There was another thump I could sense, the cogs of fate turning once more. Sadness due to certainty raised her head. Inevitability.

 

"You know Laura, what I still don't get into my thick skull, what are you going to do with the sea? There are so many pirates there, I can almost hop from shore to shore dry-footed."

"You know Huinain, the more pirates the better. I can use every last one of them. Every Damn Single Pirate! When it's all over, I'll tell you about it. You won't be able to keep yourself on your stool laughing. HAHAHA!"

 

I almost fell off the stool laughing myself. The dwarves at the table were infected by my laughter and by the end tears were running down our faces or beards. I needed that, at that moment.

 

Mariette kissed me gently on the mouth. "I love to see you so happy, my Mistress." It almost hurt so much I felt cared for and loved.

 

It was a good party. We laughed, filled our bellies and drank the barrels dry. I don't remember why, it was probably the alcohol, but in any case I intoned the Steiger anthem and began to sing:

 

Glückauf, Glückauf! ¹Greeting among German miners. Meaning: prayer to get out of the mine unscathed after the work is done.

The Steiger is coming.

|: and he has his bright light at night :|

|: already lighting :|

 

At first, the dwarves listened silently. Some of them began to hum the melody softly.

 

Already lit! That gives a shine,

|: and with it we drive at night, :|

|: into the mine :|

 

From the very next verse, several dwarves sang along with the repetitions and everyone at the table banged on the table to the beat.

 

Into the mine, where the fellows belong,

|who dig the silver and the gold by night, :|

|: out of stone :|

 

The dwarves were now literally moved and sang along fervently.

 

One digs the silver, the other digs the gold,

|: but to the black and brown maiden, by night, :|²Coal

|: we'll be there to hold : |

 

Farewell, now farewell! Beloved mine!

|: And down there in the deep dark shaft, by night, :|

|: there I think of thine :|

 

And when I return home, to beloved mine,

|: then the miner's hail resounds by night, :|

|: Glückauf, Glückauf! :|

 

We miners be' s believing lads,

|: because we wear the leather in front of the ass at night :|

|: and drink schnapps :|³exactly what you think. just the german kind.

 

We miners be' s dutiful folk,

|: because we wear the leather in front of the ass at night :|

|: and drink it too :|

 

 

I'm not from the Ruhr area and as far as I know there was no mining tradition in our family, but sometimes it just sweeps you away. Some songs have an intangible, universal emotional impact. The dwarves, at least, were thrilled and deeply impressed. I had probably scored a few points.

 

But every celebration has to end sometime. So must this one, as successful as it was for me and the dwarves. At some point, it's time to call it a day.⁴Another pun lost in translation. "Schicht im Schacht" is miner speak  for call it a day. Shift is over.

 

Before I fell asleep in the arms of my lovely beauties and closed my eyes I thought:

 

What the hell am I supposed to do with a fucking dungeon? To hell with it.