Journal of Saint, entry 9
My dreams these past weeks have been tortured nightmares, haunted by demons twisted in humanoid form, with airs of pestilence wrapped around them. I feel a growing sense that something horrible is about to happen, something connected to the spire of adamantium we have unearthed in the caverns below, but I don't know what! I can feel the madness of the oracle gnawing at the edge of my consciousness, a madness which seems to have deserted our insane little race even as other forms arose and encircled our minds like shackles. I can remember - in this world? In another? - when the gods spoke to us through our dreams; I fear the clouding of this courier line to the creators will be our death.
Even as the latest round of dreams was driven from my mind and memory by the incessant pressure of fortress life, I forced myself through the entryway of Cilob's office and demanded an audience. Startled, he agreed, began to try to postpone our meeting because he was speaking with the adamantine-hungry inbred noble we were saddled with, but I would hear none of it! I unloaded the contents of my visions upon him, urging him to begin constructing new fortifications, digging traps and entrenchments, forging bolts and blades and digging shelters deep underground, but he dismissed it all! He ignored my warnings, blithlely insisting that our current defenses were more than adequate and there was no need to increase them, and sent me away with a wave of his hand.
Furious, I stormed away to the dining hall. Slipping from dwarf to dwarf, I repeated my warnings, telling anyone who would listen that they should contact me if they were willing to aid in fortifying Brightwater; gods know I'm nowhere near skilled enough to do it all by myself. I only hope that I am, in fact, stark raving mad; if my dreams are indeed true and not the products of a deranged mind, Brightwater may not have long left to thrive.
This is getting very interesting; have you modded in a demon army to siege us? And has that one forgotten beast that escaped turned up again?
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Topic: Brightwater: Community fortress of science, oceans, and animal taming (Read 155550 times)