Making’ My Way Downtown

'Alright! New day, new stuff! Let's fucking do this!!'

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"But I don't wanna…"

Turns out, giving over 1500 different draconic descendents your personal blessing can really take the piss out of your mental stamina.

You know what? She'll just take a nice, relaxing stroll around the place! Yeah! Nice and relaxing.

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First, her personal quarters.

The room she was in was quite small, but Gilhaz preferred it that way. She actually found vast, open spaces a bit… unnerving. Why? She just couldn't put her claw on it. Nestled in the corner, on an elevated ledge, was her nest. She found simple rocks in the shape of a bowl to be quite uncomfortable. So she slept on a pile of various hides and pelts instead. Other than that, there was a meat rack, a bone pile (where she put the bones of the meat she ate), and a random gold-plated banjo mounted on the wall. Yeah… funny story! A couple of chapters ago, when she killed that naked burning guy wielding a spoon, she followed his footsteps back to a little campsite where all he had were a fire, and two tents. One for sleeping, and apparently, one for a large pile of multiple-lengthed velcro straps. Nestled neatly in the middle of said pile, was the gold-plated banjo. Truly, an experience of a lifetime. She named the wall that it was mounted on; 'The Wall Of Random-Yet-Kinda-Interesting Shit'.

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Next, (and her personal favourite), the forge!

This was where she… well… forged stuff. She was currently working on a set of armour for her humanoid form. Hey! Don't look at her like that! She knows goddamn well that in every op-monster-mc a story arc where they get trapped in their less powerful form. And since her less powerful form has a whopping 97% power reduction, she's gonna need a spiffy new set of armour. Gilhaz never intends on using her humanoid form for quite some time, but hey, it never hurts to be too careful.

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Next, the SCIENCE ROOM!

This one going to be quite interesting... here, she has her most big brain anthropomorphic descendants researching various shit. Right now, the my are working on an adhesive that can fix basically fucking anything. She thought that this should be a priority because having 1500 various different dragons stomping around the same fortress, they're going to break some shit. She wanted to name it; Flex Paste. Why? Well it's pretty fucking obvious don't you think?

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The final one is probably the most important section in this entire operation! The cargo bay. The cargo bay is positioned in a huge l, I mean, fucking gigantic, cavern that's hidden behind a large natural waterfall. Here, Gilhaz' strongest dragons, wyverns, drakes, and wryms go out on expeditions where they raid a small or medium sized town, grab anything of interest they find, and haul it back here to be sorted. Once the cargo arrives, she has more Draco's (that's what she calls her draconic descendants, because like hell she's going to say that every time she refers to them) into different sections. One for anything cooking related, one for anything smithing related, one for anything residential related, and one for anything science related. Anything else of interest goes into further storage,and anything of non-value gets melted down or scrapped for raw materials. As she was about to leave, a wyvern flew in, noticed Gilhaz, and called her.

"Ah! Empress! There you are! That actually saves me the time of trying to find you myself. We found something you might want to see for yourself"

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"Where did you find this!?"