15 Granite, Year 12-
I have started this journal in case I don't make it. I should probally start from the beggining. Me, and the rest of my group, arrived at this fort expecting walls made from gold, temples carved out of marbel, and vast gardens of granite. Instead, we are holed up in a roughly carved tunnel, holding back a horde of corpses, as one of our own frantically hacks away at the wall, attempting to breach the other side. We are running low on booze and food, and morale is down.
18 Granite, Year 12-
We are finally through. I know not if our situation has actually improved, however. Inside, all I saw are walls stained with blood, courtyards piled with bodies, and supplies piled into whatever corner that can be found. At this sight, I know what must be done. I order for a guard to be put at this entrance until it can be closed up, and immidiatly start giving out orders.
25 Granite, Year 12-
Several amobinations have attempted to enter. Each has been cut down by dwarven steel.
1 Slate, Year 12-
We are in need of weapons. All our guards have are shields and crossbows. I order for the forges to be bought online, only to be told that the only metal we are capable of producing is nickel. (Anyone have any suggestions for nickel? I've never had to use it for weapons before)
12 Slate, Year 12-
I have been strucken with inspiration from Armok himself. Not only do I now know what to do with the abominations that even now attempt to bring us down, but we will, at the same time, build him a glorius shrine, one that will run red with the blood of prisoners, and those who dare to oppose us. I order contruction on the previus temple to a halt, and begin contruction on this new one.
15 Slate, Year 12-
We have secured the walls, but while doing so we have found yet another body.
25 Slate, Year 12-
The blacksmith, who calls himself "GreatWyrmSteel", has taken over the forge. I have sent dwarves out to gather what he wants.
28 Slate, Year 12-
Rigoth Avuztil, against order, entered one of the forbidden areas. He paid with his life. A dog leapt at him, tearing out his throat.
16 Felsite, Year 12-
The guards report an Elven Caravan outside, waiting for the drawbridge to be lowered. They can burn in the dephs of the fun stuff for all I care. The gate stays closed.
1 Hemanite, Year 12-
The arrival of Summer is brought by the deaths of one of those elven swine outside the gates. A glorius sign indeed.
That's what you get for a report written at 2 in the morning while sick. Also, how do you post pictures? I'm too tired to try to figure it out right now.