[Sorry about the wait; I would have posted this yesterday, but my Internet was down.]
4 Limestone 1057The Deep Things have been telling me that I should try to forgive
them for taking Little Brother from me. I think they're right, even though I still don't trust them, but I'm not sure if I can. I feel like I've been unfair to
them, that maybe there really is a good reason for what
they did... but how do you forgive something like that? I want to forgive
them, though. I want to.
8 Limestone 1057The smiths have been pumping out bronze armour endlessly since I gave the order. Good for them, I guess. Problem is, though, I also ordered them to make bronze maces, which they haven't. We have enough armour to suit up half the fortress, but barely enough maces to fill a weapon trap. Guess these fleshbags don't have enough common sense to fill a mug even when they are following their orders. Pathetic. I've ordered both forges to focus on making maces and only maces. The Things want to hear the crunching of bones, and so do I.
10 Limestone 1057The cave river flooded again today. Nobody important was hurt, but one of the nobles got swept off. I hope the worthless [scribbled-out word, begins with 'c' or 'o'] drowns:
She floundered for I bit, and I got my hopes up, but then she splashes over to the other bank almost by accident:
Lucky bitch. I wanted to push her back in myself, maybe after hitting her head with a rock, but there were too many people watching.
12 Limestone 1057The caravan from the Mountainhomes arrived today. I wanted to pull the lever to turn on the thing that floods the outside with magma, so I could watch the fuckers burn, but I guess they might have something useful.
14 Limestone 1057Not sure if our military's good enough. Personally, I wouldn't trust them to do their jobs properly no matter how many soldiers there are, but every little bit helps. I've created a new squad from some of the slacker carpenters and masons around here:
I order the louts to put on some armour and begin training. Nobody I talked to could tell me what our weapon stocks were, so these guys will have to fight bare-knuckle.
21 Limestone 1057The smiths have been whining at me about how they don't have metal bars to work with. I told them to just shut up and wait until the smelters make more. They start moaning about work schedules and supply lines and a bunch of big words that don't mean anything. To sum it all up, they won't make any more maces until we have the stuff to make them with. Lazy shits.
I don't feel like wrangling with the twits anymore, so I've ordered what maces we have to be put into weapon traps:
Five maces per trap. These are probably some of the shoddiest maces I've ever seen -- I ought to brand the smiths as traitors -- but the traps are using the best mechanisms we have, which might be enough to balance it out.
23 Limestone 1057A large band of [scribble] jumped out of the chasm today. They all pile onto a nearby sleeping miner and try to rip his limbs off or something:
It didn't work, though. They didn't even wake the miner up. [scribble] must be pretty weak.
Splint's asleep, but we still have an axedwarf squad, so I order them to assemble at the scene. Meanwhile, the miner finally wakes up and jams his pick into one of the [scribble]'s skulls. He runs out of the room after; another [scribble] chases him, and steps on the weapon trap in front of the door:
Two more [scribble] try to chase the peasants out of the room and are also killed by the trap. Meanwhile, the remaining [scribble] tries to attack a mule and gets so much crap kicked out of it that it can barely crawl away after:
By the time the first of our worthless militarydwarves finally gets to the scene, it's already over. The last [scribble] is gone -- probably went back into the pit to lick its wounds:
A groggy miner and a damned pack animal are a better fighting force than our official military.
The Deep Things say that the dwarves are a mistake, that they were sealed inside the mountain by the gods a long time ago because they wanted to destroy them. They say they've been using
them to carry out their orders, because they can't break out of their prison by themselves. This makes sense. These dwarves -- even Little Brother, really -- are nothing but worthless garbage. They're right to want to get rid of them. They don't deserve to be imprisoned. I want to help them.
I've agreed to do as they say.
26 Limestone 1057The caravan from the Mountainhomes has nothing of use. I wanted to pull the lever to burn them, but there are too many levers. It's hard to tell which is which.
[OOC: Actually, I just didn't feel like it.]
1 Sandstone 1057I've ordered the digging of a private tomb for myself, close to the Deep Things. It'll be in the shape of a rune the Things say is important to them:
The miners looked at me funny when I told them. One of them got panicky, said something terrible would happen if we dug too deep. I told him to shut up and follow his damn orders. The Deep Things must be honoured, and if we happen to release them from their torture so they can finally get their revenge, all the better.
10 Sandstone 1057The Deep Things were angry at me about the tomb. Something about 'indiscretion', whatever that means. They said that I can't do anything that will make the other dwarves suspicious. I apologised over and over, but they were still angry. They screamed at me in a horrible voice that made my entire body feel like it was on fire. I mustn't make them angry again.
They say we won't be able to do anything for a while because the dwarves are already suspicious of me now. I'm ashamed of myself for disappointing them.
15 Sandstone 1057The Deep Things say they can control my body for me, so I don't make any more mistakes. I agreed to it. I don't want to disappoint them again. It was strange, having my arms and legs move without me thinking about it. I think it'll be easier this way. They'll still let me write in this journal myself, though.
20 Sandstone 1057Another group of [scribble] jumped out of the chasm. This time, our military was already there to meet them:
They quickly slaughter the lot of them, though one clumsy speardwarf trips and breaks his hip:
The Deep Things thought it was funny. We got a good laugh out of it.
24 Sandstone 1057
My tomb's finally finished. The walls are engraved, and the door and coffin are solid gold -- though (of course) the smiths did a shoddy job. The engravers did a good job, though:
I must meet this 'Peregarrett' person. He seems like a good guy.
26 Sandstone 1057
[scribble] have been pouring out of the chasm one by one for a few days now. They get chopped to pieces in seconds, but they keep coming. We admire their persistence; these lumps could learn a thing or two from them. We kept hoping one of our soldiers would fall in the hole, but they didn't.
They stopped coming out after a bit. Shame.
2 Timber 1057Those House assholes are still complaining about their rooms. We've ordered the walls engraved to shut them up:
We can't wait until we can finally kill them.
[Date Unknown][Past this point, the writing degrades into a barely-legible scrawl]who am i their thoughts are my thoughts who am i
who am i what am i i dont know i dont know i dont know it hurts to think who am i
i am we we are me
it hurts
im so h a p p y
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