On the 23d of Malachite during the reign of General Brewster I was brought to Markedangels by my father...
At the time many outpost were being ravaged by the emerging darkness and we feared for our safety...it was the magmaflooding at Badgerhills that made us take action.
We arrived during the time-period whenMarkedangels were besieged by undead wrestlers...I have no memory of our arrival but as I woke up in the dirty hole that supposedly is MarkedangelsI was briefly informed of my fathers death...I lived with my aunt but she was caught in a neverending state of depression...
The following years were filled by nothing but death and hardship. Soon Markedangels had not only claimed my father but also my legs...
My hatred for the place grew as I knew that all this misery could've been prevented if it weren't for the long line of incompetent rulers...I've seen them all reaching for that seat of power as it's the only way to assure your safety down here but time and time again I've seen how their selfish plans all led to the death of others...
I knew that others shared my pain but I could never reach them...not only was I of tender age but also a cripple...a burden to the fort.
But as I heard of "The cult of the catapult" a plan started forming in my head.
At first noone knew my identity and I controlled the cult from behind the scenes...
Convincing people to join was easy since in a world so dark and twisted everyone seek something to believe in...
But there are still many potential hindrances who had to be removed. Those who founded the settlement still hold a lot power and is regarded as heros by many...
However one overseer was getting too close to the truth and had to be...exterminated
I'm starting to suspect there is something going on with the dwarves. My search and rescue team didn't find Cain III, but they discovered some interesting information. The lever that caused the bridge catastrophe wasn't pulled accidentally, it was a murder. They found a strange drawing of a catapult next to it. I've told the team to have the uttermost caution with this...we don't know who might be hearing.
(Since there is more then one xczxc you might want to decide if the overseer xczxc should keep it's name or the captain of the guard)
Strangely his journal was never found...I hoped it was lost forever...
As the power of the catapult grew so did mine. In the year of 259 the cult had so many followers that I felt safe to let out my identity to a few loyalists. They then carried out the work that I was incapable of doing.
However the new overseer was on my track...
12th Felsite
What is the meaning of this? Today I found a strange graffiti etched on the wall: "Remember Citadel!" I had no idea what that could mean, so I quickly ordered the wall to me smoothed again. This is not the only suspicious thing here in Markedangels. I hear hushed words in the crawlspaces and unintelligible utterances that must be some sort of a code, like "The cavy flames bright today." -- Madness! sometimes I see gatherings of dwarves in the unused, winding corridors, eyeing me suspiciously. What is going on here?
I had underesimated him as he soon found the lost journal...
26th Hematite
I have discovered another journal among the possesions of my predecessor. It is hidden within a schist puzzlebox, and filled with paranoid rantings about some conspiracy regarding -- wait, I'm not going to write that down. Someone might find this journal, too. If you do, I'll probably be dead by then.
I had a feeling that there was something shady about his death, even then. Now I am certain of it. Someone must have bated the trolls in and left the doors ajar. There is no other explanation.
He was a careful man and made all plans of assassination impossible...
Careful or paranoid...hard to tell
12th Malachite
I've got it! The project, the Catapult, my predecessors' notes! It all makes perfect sense now! I've got to... (The script turns from shaky to unintelligible, continuing for several lines, apparently until the quill broke.)
He knows too much...
13th
I don't know what came over me, but it must have been some fit of madness. Now I'm back to digging some tetrahedrite to calm myself. There is something evil surrounding us, permeating the air, a smell that is not a smell, a silent scream, inaudible. The Catapult has something to do with it, but it cannot possibly be the source of this evil. Or can it? My head spins every time I try to think about it. Oh, I must sto-
I even had to kill one of my followers as the overseer had taken a particularly intrest in him...poor waxworker.
There is a waxworker lingering around the place where the trolls breached our fortress. There, I ordered a solid wall of masonry to be built to seal that entrance until I see fit to reopen it. Is the dwarf part of some conspiracy? Perhaps he seeks to pry loose the brickwork once left unseen. I'm watching that one.
He is still in a state of confusion and we will do all in our might to keep him that way...
Found another sloppy engraving: Another Catapult. Is this what they are aiming for? To destroy the Catapult? If so, why?
I am now certain. There is a sinister plot advancing in the shadows. Why? Because this morning I woke up with an empty bucket by my side. That is clearly a sign meant for me. But what does it mean? It is the project. It must be the project.
I will not cave in to such threats. More than ever, I am determined to see the project through; I must not fail. The spikes have all been installed now, and so are the hatches. The linking is still not ready, but by winter it will surely be done.
26th Galena
The problem still stands: Who are they?
Soon I realised that I had underestimated him again...he knew everything
Even...my identity!
But how...
I found another piece in this infernal puzzle: I see that there are no original settlers left; the oldest resident is actually a child... this possessed one.
Is the conspiracy related to this? Is it aimed at destroying the old residents? Did they know something?
Or is the conspiracy centered arounf this child? Is he the one pulling the strings?
My heart filled with fear, would all that we've worked for be lost? Because in a fight we'd surely be outnumbered...
I begged to Armok for guidence, for days i prayed for his advise...and in the end I was possessed by unknown forces...
Maybe he rewarded me for my loyal belief or maybe he only wished for more blood to be spilled...
The tool I'd been given was the trumpet of nightmares, a tool of torture capable of braking even the strongest minds...
The trumpet! I hear it in my dreams. It booms like cave-in and screams like melting dwarves! It sounds the fall of Markedangels.
I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. I must calm myself. (The script deteriorates beyond the border of legibility.)
The sound kept my enemy at bay but what I did'nt know was that it had awakened something deep below the fort...
So much blood...
But we can't give up now.
We're so close to achieving control of the fort.
The overseer was weak. The many deaths he had just witnessed during his rule and the insanity in his dreams was too much.
But so were my forces...a majority of them had been crushed during the recent chaos...
It was up to me to finish him off.
But unfortunatly my plan required someone to give up their life for the sake of our goals.
The part fell on my poor aunt who had gone mute long ago from grief...
She didn't even cry when I smothered her...she just looked at me with her sad eyes...
The rest was easy. The captain of the guard down here is nothing more then a stupid farmer. She believed my story and was soon on her way to pay the overseer a visit.
23rd Obsidian
Today was a really bad day.
I knew something was about, when xczxc kept following me and pestered me with pointless questions. I promptly ignored him and tried to get on with my job. I didn't get very far, since he slapped some manacles on me and took me away.
I've been stripped of my position as captain of guard and hammerer! Needless to say, I'm no longer the Overseer. When I asked xczxc what the charges against me were, he promptly replied: two counts of murder.
What is the meaning of this? 401 days!? That's more than a year! And I wasn't even here when those poor bastards were killed; I just arrived this year to marvel the Catapult! This whole thing has backfired in a rather diabolical way.
xczxc left, chuckling into his beard, wishing me good luck in getting fed and watered. That bastard! I'll wring his neck once I get out.
Now my only company is that weird old ghost of some old Hammer Lord. He just stares at me with a dull look in his eyes. Nothing scary.
25th Obsidian
Another visitor in my dreary prison. A cat on my bed. I don't really like cats, but any company is welcome right now. He purs nice, when I pet him.
399 days left.
26th Obsidian
A few dwarves were visiting the well today, and I managed to overhear a bit of news.
One of the kids has reached the ripe old age of 12, and is now suddenly able to take on all possible jobs in the fortress. Also, Mafol the milker has been missing for a week now. I remember that he had been feverish for a while, but I have no idea where he could've gone. 398 days left.
27th Obsidian
Ach, they found that milker. Dehydrated, with an empty bucket by his side. Strangely reminiscent, isn't it?
397 days left.
28th Obsidian
The last day of the year. Sad. I had great plans for this place, but now we are reduced to five useful dwarves and a bunch of kids. My imprisonment isn't helping, either. This journal is now all that I have left of my time as Overseer, inherited from my predecessor. I am now reduced to talking with that damn ghost.
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Intro done.
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Well since we have so few dwarves I decided to give u a quick update on what we got.
Zazit "Doc" Abbeybeak-13 years old.
-Came here in 257
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Chief medical dwarf Our only medic.
-likes to eat "giant aardvark"...
-No wounds <----that's fckn rare in this place.
-dead parants and friends <----like everyone else
-Follower of the catapult.
Goden"Trollbane"Freckleearth-20 years old
-258
-Kills trolls
-He is a casual worshiper of culture-god(poetry) and the sex-god(marrige) but he is a very faithful worshiper of the wealth-god(jewelry n shizz)...
-Lacks any opinion of the catapult but his leg makes him a very small threat.
Xczcx "humble farmer" Boldconstructs and sons
-38/12/2
-257
-Once a humble farmer, now the captain of the guard.
-Her daughter is a zombie.
-She loves maggots but is scared of leeches...
-She's been everything from a bookkeeper to a doctor to a farmer to a guard. (Travels a lot)
-Her opinon on the catapult is uknown but as we've seen in the past she can easily be manipulated.
Ineth "Copperbeard"Anviltongs-20
-258
-Miner, got the name from mining tetrahedrite all day and getting it stuck in his beard
-One of the cult-loyalists
Asmel "Administrator" Rootedchannel-58
-259
-Her hair is very greasy
-Mandates leather costumes
-Casual worshiper of the war-god(chaos)
-No friends family etc.
-No relation to the catapult(newcommer)
Vodrilus(prisoner)Blockadetorch-72
-259
-Oldest guy in Markedangels
-Talks to a cat
-Talks to a ghost
-He worships the god of wealth and...the god of wealth(talk about creativity)
-He is in jail
-He looks hilarious
Mafol "Cain" Bow-labor-13
-256
-He has a grudge with a little girl(the other kids is friends with her(is he an outcast? i dunno?))
-He claims that we do not have enough chairs
-I have no idea who this guy is -___-'
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