Anything except for a soldier, preferably an engraver. I already actually have something typed up.
I wrote this assuming a dwarf would be available. Even if my dwarf isn't named yet, I guess I'll just post it. It takes place before the spawn on the ledge was killed BTW
Hey Diary!
You don’t know me, but my name is Terrahex. I found you on the dirty floor. You have this really nice cover and binding and paper pages, too, and I thought that it would be a shame to let you get dirty on the dirty dirt floor. Someone must have dropped you or misplaced you because you’re only half full. I hope we can be great friends!
You’re not mine though, so I have to find your owner and return you. Maybe your owner can be my friend, too!
Nobody really notices me, but I’ve been here awhile. I’m just kinda shy. My name wasn’t even on the census for the longest time! I’ve only recently gotten the courage to go into Splint’s office while he was doing manger-y things. He didn’t notice me come in, and I didn’t want to interrupt any of his important duties. I just kinda wrote my name on the list of resident dwarves while he wasn’t looking and ran out as fast as I could. He’s so friendly. I hope he didn’t think I was weird. I don’t want people to not like me.
Hey Diary! It’s me again!
I didn’t find your owner yet, but I’m working on it. Today I was going to make an announcement at breakfast about me finding you, but when I was planning on what to say, I started to get light-headed at the thought of so many people listening to me. Then I kind of just fainted into my plump helmet cereal instead. It’s lucky that I forgot to pour wine in before I fainted because then it would have gotten all soggy.
Everyone was gone when I woke up except for some cavies in the corner fighting over some scraps of plump helmet, so I made the announcement to them instead. I don’t think they cared, but I must remain hopeful. Plus, it’s mean to think bad thoughts about them like that.
I also visited Spawny today! You don’t know her, but she’s really nice even though she looks weird and eats dwarves. She’s been stuck up on a ledge for a year with the skeleton of a merchant to keep her company. She complains about hunger sometimes, so I toss her some food. She’s hard to understand, but she has a language just like we do. She loves to tell me stories, and I tell her about life in the fortress. She’s my best friend ever!
Today she told me about how her mommy, Holistic Detective, used to live in another world and how Armok took her with him when he reformed the world. I didn’t really understand it, but the two fight occasionally now, causing their children to fight as well. I wish that they’d stop fighting.
Spawny apparently came here to find a cure to the disease that Armok struck Holistic Detective with in anger. She came here to find a cure for her mommy’s sickness and wound up being stranded on a ledge that is periodically being rained blood upon.
[on the page is a well-drawn image of a Spawn of Holistic and Terrahex the dwarf by Terrahex the dwarf. The Spawn of Holistic is smiling. The dwarf Terrahex is hard to notice. This artwork relates to the friendship of Terrahex the dwarf and “Spawny” the Spawn of Holistic in the year 203]
Dear Diary,
Today I was looking for a place to engrave a notification on the wall that I had found you, but nearly every inch of the fortress is filled with engravings of a missing cavy by Miss Talvi. She used to be the overseer of the fortress, but nowadays she spends her time following around Mr Frog or with cavies. I don’t know how she gets work done, but she does.
Anyway, the shear number of missing engravings is impressive in the least, but I had a hard time finding a place for myself. Eventually I found a blank wall behind a large pile of mugs. I engraved a picture of you on it and put information on it, too. It didn’t even look half bad!
I didn’t have anywhere to put the displaced mugs so I just put them back where they were. I couldn’t leave them on the ground because while I was engraving, Mr Frog tripped over them and muttered something sour about the number of cups in the fortress. I was going to say I was sorry, but my words caught in my mouth. I didn’t want him to think I meant to trip him. I’m not rude or anything! Eventually I was able to get an “I’m sorry” out, and that was quickly followed by the contents of my stomach (probably unrelated). He was long gone by then, but it’s the thought that counts.
Don’t tell anyone, but I’m actually tempted to peak at the first entries to find out who your owner is, but that’s a violation of privacy. I could never do that!