14th Moonstone, 110, Early Winter
Her Royal Majesty
Ùshrir Eldersalve Queen of the Dagger of Wards
Your majesty,
First and foremost, let me offer an update on the progress of your grand project.
As I write this, our miners are clearing out the lowest levels of the primary stage of excavation. After the roof has been completely hewn, a new set of structures will be carved from the rock - these will be the first permanent areas of Syrupurns, and in time will form the uppermost reaches of your majesty's grand capital fortress.
I expect this phase of the project to be functionally complete by next year. Is it providence, that this Granite we will be celebrating our tenth year here in Syrupurns? I can hardly believe it has been so long - why, only ten years before we came to the Jungle of Suns, I was sketching plans for caverns in Workgold! From modest architect to countess in twenty years - such an ascent I dared never to hope for.
Unfortunately, not all is well in Syrupurns. Our vampire remains hidden, and a few more have died. I can only hope that the fiend is caught before too much damage is done - before the foul creature claims a dwarf of some value. I cannot ensure that, if evidence is brought to light, that I will not take matters into my own hands and enact my own justice. Your majesty's judgement is harsh and true, but until you arrive to take command,
I am the overseer of Syrupurns - I trust you understand my feelings.
As well, you must accept my apologies, for the demon posing as Sutar Crypttombs now exists as nothing more than a pool of water in the recesses of your majesty's finest fortress.
I was in the dining hall, when I heard the insane scream of the berserk deity echoing through the tunnels. The fiend had escaped - although how, none can say. The walls sealing my former office doors in place had not budged, and there was absolutely no other exit. What sorcery can allow a huge creature as this to pass unhindered through walls?
Fortunately, our barracks lies just on the other side of the finished goods stockpile, into which the creature posing as Sutar Crypttomb had escaped. A lone swordsdwarf engaged the fiend...
...but it was one of our rangers who did in the beast. Reports from eyewitnesses say that the crossbow bolt struck the demon squarely in the chest, at which point the creature's snowy form completely dissolved.
All that were left were a few handfuls of snow, that melted as the seasons changed.
Now, only a puddle remains.
As a replacement for the loss of this curiosity, please accept my humbles apologies, and three more:
Each of these beasts has been captured in separate corridors in the deeps, awaiting some useful or entertaining purpose. I leave this up to you.
addendum (19th Moonstone) The humans must have deduced that we were responsible for the death of their law-giver. I don't know how. But they sent a single squad of axemen to test our strength. Since the caravan had just arrived, I ordered our military to be stationed in the trade depot, to protect the wagons as they left the fortress and ensure that our goods reached the mountainhome.
Imagine my fury, good queen, when I learned that two marksdwarves alone had engaged the humans! One was slain instantly, but the story of the other - one Erush Boatswipe, a cripple who managed to somehow hold her crutch, crossbow, and infant daughter all at once - was so unbelievable I had to hear it from the captain of the guard himself.
Erush stood alone, firing bolt after bolt at the advancing squad of axemen, but due to her rusty skill (I have been finding it difficult lately to motivate our marksdwarves to train), none of her shots succeeded in doing any damage. The humans engaged her in melee, and by their conduct, I think it is safe to say that these humans (followers of the foul Sutar Crypttomb, naturally) are utter monsters. According to Erush, one of the axemen actually
bit her child and thrashed it about until she bled out.I have no sympathy for these monsters, and will refuse any peace offering they bring henceforth.
With her child slain, and out of ammo, Erush dodged and blocked attack after attack, until one axeman managed to lop off her right foot. Not that it made a huge difference - Erush had long walked with a crutch, to the point that she had reached legendary skill with the tool. However, she made the prudent decision to retreat, while the rest of the military was ordered to take out the axemen - several of which Erush had sickened, injured, or otherwise weakened so that they appeared as not so great a threat.
For three full days the battle raged on the surface, as our military rushed to Erush's aid. When they arrived at the site of the battle, they found most of the axemen in their weakened state, and dealt with them accordingly. Erush, however, had fought her way to the other side of the fortress entirely - when the rest of the military arrived, they found her standing over an unconscious, prone axeman, the last of the invaders, repeatedly and ineffectually beating her bronze crossbow against the human's helm. Our captain of the guard finished off the human with a single lash of his silver whip.
Sadly, captain Lorbam reports that, immediately after the combat had ended, Erush asked where her infant had gotten to. When none of the other warriors could bring themselves to remind the marksdwarf of her daughter's fate, Erush sought her out, returning to the site of the first combat.
Afterwards, Erush returned to her duties, turning her attention away from the mutilated corpse of her daughter, towards gathering some of the equipment that now lay scattered about the field.
All observation indicates that she is doing quite well, emotionally. Let this dwarf, Erush Boatswipe, be a model to your majesty, an indication of the ceaseless horror that has besieged Syrupurns from all sides, yet has failed to do anything besides harden the will and determination of your servants.
Sit back and reflect, your majesty, upon the numerous dwarves who, in order to ensure that so many of their kin can continue to work and serve your majesty to their fullest potential, have given their lives - reflect, too, upon all those that will come to do so, in the centuries to come.
Seek Doren,
Reg Labormurder
Grand Architect
Countess of Syrupurns