journal entry. Talvieno, can you put this in the first post instead of the last one.
It’s me again!
Today Mr Frog warned Draignean about the zombies that were coming toward Spearbreakers. Draignean just calmly replied that the military would take care of it while flexing his arms. Mr Frog then called him insane and a few other words that I shouldn’t write in you, Diary. He’s not a very good friend.
Eventually, Mr Frog started bellowing that everyone get into their emergency stations, and somehow everyone ended up in Talvi’s room. Now I’m writing this. I hope that Draignean doesn’t let the zombies in. Underneath Talvi’s bed is horrible smelling, and I have to share the space with an extremely fat cavy that has apparently made its home here. It would be horrible to have to stay here forever. Also, I don’t want my brains eaten.
The cavalry has arrived Diary!
Fischer burst into Talvi's room today with a flustered look and told Talvi and Splint and Mr Frog to follow him. I decided to go, too, because I was getting tired of hiding, so I snuck out and followed them to the dining room.
Draignean was already there. I suddenly realized that I probably shouldn't be here. the 4 past overseers and the captain of the guard were here. I was about to leave when Draignean said that They had been spotted.
"Who?" asked Talvi.
"Who else?" Draignean said. "The Spawn." I stopped in my tracks. They must have heard what we had done to Spawny.
Splint swore and Mr Frog muttered under his breath. "Are they undead?" the latter asked.
"we can't tell." Fischer said. "The spawn look horrible enough when they're not dead. from a distance we couldn't tell if they were rotting husks or not."
"We're doomed if they are." Splint mumbled.
"but I have a plan." Draignean spouted happily, oblivious to the grim mood of the room. "what we do is sacrifice one of the more useless dwarves, and throw it out at the spawn. if they eat his brain first, they're undead."
Fischer looked mildly annoyed. "We need a plan and fast. Anything that you can come up with that has nothing in common with anything this," he gestured to Draignean, "can come up with."
"The cavy warriors will save us!" Talvi shouted. when everyone looked at her funny, she elaborated. "The cavy warriors are supposed to protect dwarves from the spawn in the legends of old."
"Talvi..." Splint ran his fingers through his hair. Poor splint. "Even if the Cavy warriors did exist, they're probably dead now."
Draignean suddenly lit up. "Don't we have zombies outside?"
The rest of the meeting was about cavy warriors and zombification of said warriors until The Master ran in.
"They're fighting!" He shouted.
"What are?" Fischer leaped to his feet, weapon in hand.
“The Spawn!” The Master shouted even louder. “They’re fighting the undead!”
Everyone stood shocked. Draignean was the first to respond. “Does this mean that they’re the good guys?”
“You foolish...” Fischer trailed off. I did not think that he was being a very good friend.
“quickly,” Splint stood up. “I must see this with my own eyes.”
“I want to see the Cavy Warriors as well.” Talvi said, a dreamy look in her eye. “They rise from the grave just to save me...”
“Shut it Talvi!” Mr Frog yelled. When she looked a little hurt, Mr Frog, being the caring person he was, quickly apologized. They’re such great friends, diary. I wish I had friends like that.
I didn’t want to wait for the rest of the group to reach the drawbridge, so I ran ahead. I don’t think I’ve told you this, Diary, but I’m a fast runner. It comes from hauling all these mugs everywhere. Off topic, I actually saw someone juggling mugs before I found you. I would have clapped, but I didn’t want to distract him, since those were some nice mugs.
Anyway, when I found a good, nonspecific lookout spot I saw that the Spawn were indeed attacking the undead menace. Squinting in the bright light, I saw that not only were they destroying the zombies, but they were winning!
Not long after I got out I heard a howl that sounded way too familiar, but I dare not hope...
“Hey you!”
I looked around, seeing that Draignean and the previous overseers had arrived and the former was on top of a hastily constructed pile of mugs that menaced with spikes of incompetence. Draignean was pointing in the direction of the spawn and undead. I looked. Nothing interesting in the battle seemed to be.
“You over there!” Draignean continued. “What are you doing outside of the burrow?”
“I looked again at him. He seemed to be pointing less at the spawn and more at me. But I couldn’t be seen obviously.
“Mr Frog, who is that dwarf?” Draignean continued.
“How the circus am I supposed to know?” Mr Frog replied. Such a tightly knit group this is.
“What dwarf?”
“That one.”
“I don’t see a Dwarf.”
“Over there by that rock.”
“Oh, now I see him. Yeah I don’t know who that is either.”
“I don’t see it.”
“Looks like a stray cavy to me.”
“Where?”
“There you idiot.”
“I still don’t see it.”
I was getting tired of them talking like that, and I was really suspicious of them. I decided to move down and see what it was they were looking at. As soon as I started coming down however, they were sent into an uproar. I froze.
They saw me.
My palms started getting sweaty, my mind fuzzy, my stomach queasy.
“He doesn’t look too good.”
“I think he’s gonna...”
My head started to spin and I threw up violently.
“Awe it’s all over me.”
“Disgusting.”
I ran as fast as I could in any direction I could and eventually ended up in one of those letters that splint had carved out in the first year that designated which stockpiles were what. I felt safe here. I think I’ll stay here awhile.