1st Granite, 35. So begins the log of Kamikazi. This morning I was summoned by the lord of Inglazzaneg, Kib Zanegbakat himself. In attendance was his jeweler queen, Birut. With her golden beard and wide set eyes it is said she is so beautiful a dwarf of the cloth may give up his celibacy at the sight of her. I though am stronger than this and am married only to the blood God, in death do we join. The meeting concerned a messenger from the wizards guild. After all these years of isolation we had finally heard from Nilkulet Anil Nom, Hammerabbey the Glory of God. Many of us had believed the fortress lost. But apparently a town portal link had been opened and they were requesting assistance. I have been chosen to travel there and render assistance. Nilkulet was supposed to be a new religious mecca for our people, I hope in all these years it has become such.
11th Granite, 35. With a fizz and flash of light the town portal opens before me. This is not a magic of Armok, but it is necessary in these dark times. I step through and feel as though I have turned inside out and back again. I always hate travelling this way. I just don’t feel right when my feet aren’t touching the stone we were born from.
As I step through I am greeted by two dwarves known as McMeph and Grimmash. Each leaders of this fortress for a time. They bring me up to speed. We are 18 strong and out of necessity have developed strong skills to survive. They wonder after all this time why no more migrants have come. I let them know the dark truth.
Soon after the founding of this fortress our mortal enemies the frost giants descended on the land. A great horde of the ilk have gathered and surrounded Nilkulet. No matter how many dwarves we throw against them their numbers are too great. Migrants foolishly still tried to reach the fortress, I have no idea if they even made it that far. I was informed by Grimmash that no migrants were ever seen on the horizon. They must have all been cut down.
After this we attempted to reach them via the deep roads. Something dark was happening there. Around the same time as the front giants took the surface hordes of scared animal people began streaming towards the mountain homes through the caverns and deep roads. They came in peace and were offered asylum within our Kingdom in exchange for hard labor and sending their warriors against the frost giants. Soon these refugees slowed.. and something darker began coming from the deep.
A great horde of undead animal people streamed up from the deep roads and overwhelmed the outer fortresses. They are without number and unstoppable. They are legion. We have sealed many deep roads and the open ones are guarded by The Legion of Armok and thousands of Golems. We have held them off for now. But we do not know the source.
McMeph informs me that he knows the source. Deep below Nilkulet a mysterious structure was found. From it stream the undead in all directions.
12th Granite, 35. I have assumed the leadership position of this fortress. I will from now on be known as Kamikazi, Armok’s Prophet. I have ordered the construction of a great crushing piston to be caved in on the undead. We will send them straight to hell. This piston will be known as Armok’s Hammer. May the destruction and homage stay Armok from reforging our world upon the Anvil of Ages with his true Hammer.
Hail Armok, Blood for the Blood God.
15th Granite, 35. I watched from the battlements today as a moleweasel dies horribly outside the fortress. Crushed to death by a powerful blow from a frost giant. At the same time Meg Helmet, our Cook of Cooks apparently, has been frightened by a forgotten beast known as Seviro Volturius Tuber. It is a giant one eyes sauropod with two tails and it undulates rhythmically. It spews webs and its colored scarlet. I have no idea why so many of these ancient creatures undulate constantly. The roaring up the well would scare anyone trying to get a drink though. I also begin working on the monastery in the muddy soil part of the fortress.
21st Granite, 35. With basic orders set in motion I have begun my meditation in the monastery towards priesthood. I must become closer to Armok to lead this fortress from the darkness that plagues us.
1st Slate 35, I have been interrupted and told that a terrible blizzard is upon us. It can’t be a coincidence that the horrendous ice giants are pounding on our walls outside. I only hope the wooden walls we have built can hold back creatures of pure ice and death that have come to destroy everything warm and good in this world. I have made a mental note that after the Hammer of Armok is done being constructed I will have the walls replaced with Obsidian and thickened to allow archers on them. The volcanic glass walls should surely enrage our frozen nemesis.
6th Slate 35, Our genius mechanics dwarves have finally been able to replicate some machinery from the mountain homes. We now have access to workshops to produce Full Platemail Armor in the Armory, and a Weaponry to improve our already amazing weapons. Armok be praised. Soon we may be able to lift the evil veil that surrounds this fortress. I have ordered that another worker be summoned from the Mountain Homes. Why we must use gold for this in such trying times I will never know. The wizards guild refuses to allow passage without gold. I wonder perchance if they have a deal with another deity to use these magics other than Armok. I will consider an inquisition into the matter.
23rd Slate 35, A worker who calls herself Urist has come through the portal. No last name. No history on record. Just who is this mysterious worker? We will have to think of a better name so the others don’t treat her improperly. For now she shall join the dig crew on the Hammer.
25th of Slate 35. The elven diplomat within our walls keeps interrupting my meditation. Ive ordered all trees within our walls to be cut down to make his stay here as uncomfortable as possible. There were only 3 trees. However our wooden walls should do well to remind him of what we think of his people. A scream was also heard from the hills today. A drow ambassador has been running from the slowly advancing ice giants for months. I’d let you in poor drow, but there’s no way in hell we are letting the ice giants in before Armok blesses us with the means to destroy them.
At least the drow blends into the snow
26th of Slate 35. The elf continues to insult Armok. I have ordered him executed. Grimmash, the last expedition leader before Meph takes care of the job nicely. It appears we caught him with his pants down. In a single blow of the Adamantine Axe the elf is cut in half. The same axe that fell the three trees in our courtyard was used to fell him. It takes few minutes to die, but finally we are free of the elven squabbling.
Hail Armok. Blood for the Blood God.
2nd of Felsite, 35. A terrible commotion from below. Two forgotten beasts are fighting. It’s Unaban and Speck! Unaban in a single blow destroy Speck. But in the process, Unaban, the great dread spider that squirms and fidgets breaks several legs and is “gushing” ichor everywhere.
8th Felsite, 35. The snow has melted in late spring. Rivers are still frozen over. I hope the damnable ice giants melt in the high waters. A goat has also died in our cages. I could not convince my fellow dwarves it existed to be pastured despite it being in the middle of our main stockpile. The poor thing died a death of dehydration. There will be no blood for the Blood God with this death.
11th Felsite, 35. LMeire, who still calls herself Overseer for some reason built a floor hatch over the dark underground of undead. In celebration she fired several bone javelins made from rhesus macaque bones at several koala and python man corpse undeads. They were completely unharmed by the attacks. Still I like her spirit. If I remember and am generous she will get to the pull the lever on the Hammer of Armok.
15th Felsite, 35. I just got the sad word today that a kidnapper made off with someone. However that something was apparently a giant blade spider… poor goblin must have got confused. Also everyone seems to be complaining of injury, but on inspection they are just drowsy. I feel that many here have never truly been wounded in combat and have no idea what an injury is. I guess that just goes along with being part of the first generation.
18th Felsite. The rivers melt instantly. What a strange land. Also the elves have appeared for trade. I’m glad they haven’t missed their slaughtered comrade yet. At the same time an ambush curse them! The poor drow ambassador from before takes several bolts from the goblins but manages to flee.
27th Felsite: After letting the hated elves soften up the goblins a bit we rush forward with our militia. Dohon skillfully wields his adamantine axe! Pieces were everywhere. The ground soaked through with blood. Armok will be pleased. Still goblins wearing a few scraps of iron are no challenge for masterfully crafted adamantine. A few days late summer arrives. The goblins are driven off and the elves have made it safely to our trade depot. The ice giants have finally retreated away from our immediate outskirts, but I know they will return. I just hope after wiping out the undead The Legion of Armok can focus on the ice giants to let migrants through.
So summer begins. We are 19 strong. Hail Armok, Blood for the Blood God!
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