The Log of Idek2nd Galena 661Tonight, I was woken by Litast. Well, woken is a bit of an overstatement. I just woke up on my own I guess but that Litast was sitting beside me seemed odd. Even odder was that he actually looked at me again.
Once I had sat up in my bed, he even talked to me, but sadly I couldn't make out the meaning of it. He said something about seeing for the first time and him not being worthy of someones attention. Then he started to rable about whatever he wanted to do in that workshop, constantly contradicting himself as if he couldn't remember what it was that he wanted, or was supposed according to his words, to do there. This went on for a few minutes and I didn't dare to interrupt him or stand up and risk startling him. Doctor Skull told us that humoring him might be the best, so I stuck to that.
However, then he turned back to me and what he said then still puzzles me. He thanked me for bringing him to this place, for the chance that meant for him and apologized for not being able to help us in our goal. In retrospect, I think he meant that he regreted not joining the military.
After saying this, he stood up and went to the door. A short goodbye later, he was gone as if this visit was absolutely normal.
It took me a while to go back to sleep and I kept an eye out for him today. I hope he is getting better, but I havent been able to find him.
3rd Galena 661Litast is dead. We found him in one of the unfinished housing rooms.
I think when he said goodbye last night, he meant it.
The doctor says he starved himself to death. It would make sense that he knew he wasn't going to make it much longer, but why he was choosing such a gruesome way of suicide still eludes me.
6th Sandstone 661Finally, my chance to wring Datans neck arrived. He and his group where ushered into the fortress like old friends and the moment he stepped closer to me I dragged him to the small room I use the keep the slabs with the stockpile lists.
Immediately, I was on a roll and a rather loud one at that. Datan didn't even try to interrupt my diatribe and only when I ran out of steam, he started to tell his side of the story. Never did he tell anyone any stories about an awe inspiring fortress and its mighty army. He merely told everyone who asked about the small settlement he had seen here and some valiant dwarves who where defending it. Our location was only told to a few selected slaves who entertained thoughts of escaping. In the end, the story probably just took the way of all rumours and became bigger and brighter with every retelling. For him, he was just giving these people some much needed hope and I agreed with that.
Still, I can't shake the feeling that something happened since his last visited. He seems rather subdued for some reason.
7th Sandstone 661Unsurprisingly, some of Datans group, which had grown in number to nearly twenty again, want to stay here again. Some of them even followed him just for that reason.
I told the nine that where interested to report to Castor and Frontestro first and foremost. We really need more workers in the mines and most of them, except for the two smiths, had not many valuable skills to offer otherwise.
However, three of them where not content with that arrangement and stood in my tiny office not an hour later.
The most vocal of the three was a woman called Vela, who told in no uncertain terms that she didn't come here to swing a pick.
She wasn't exactly rude, but neither terribly polite in her request to join the militia. The fact that we still had not much decent armor around and that she completely refused to tell my she was so adamant about made me initially refuse her request.
That immediately led to an outburst of the second of the group, Cerapter.
I have seen quite a few short tempered people in my time and he is in my opinion their uncrowned king. His arguments where mostly the same. That we needed every able bodied dwarf and that the goblins could come any moment. I tried to calm him down, which only led to more and louder shouting on his part, including some jabs at my own "discussion" with Datan yesterday and that I was in no position to tell him to lower his voice.
Ultimate, I gave up and granted them their request.
Mafiawhale had already inquired if we couldnt find anyone for his squad to replace Alev, he wanted to dispatch them in groups of three and was one dwarf short. I told Vela to report to him for her instructions. Those two will either get along great or try to murder each other and I have no idea which one it will be.
Cerapter on the other hand, was ordered to Dewsif. If was half as temperamentfull with an axe as he was in my office, then he might be a actually a rather valuable addition to the squad.
Which left me alone with the last one and in retrospect, being alone with Nail seems like a bad idea.
The discussion was absurd right from the start. She was a gemsetter in some Dark Tower and told me that she grew bored with the artistic preferences of the goblins and left to find inspiration. It sounded like she just stood up one day, went to the gate, waved to the guards and was on her way. From there on, it became more and more creepy. She told me in vivid detail about bloody battles and unspeakable attrocities and how she loved art that paid homage to these things. The greatest dream she had, she told me, was to make a great piece of art that truly captured the brutality of war, the screaming and dying and a myriad other stomach turning details that she took great delight in describing.
While she liked to do murals in gems, she hoped that we would allow her to use a longer lasting medium and become an engraver. I reluctantly agreed and to be perfectly honest, it was mostly so that I don't anger the more then a bit unhinged girl.
I hope she bothers the militia not to much. If she inquires about Alev to much, some people might take offense.
10th Sandstone 661I finally got around to trade with Datan today. It was mostly cheap food and some gems and crafts from us for a large batch of wood he managed to aquire for us.
As the final part of our trade, I gave him a copy of the letter I had send with the humans and another pouch of gems. However, the look he gave me in return was one of pure dejection.
He took me aside about something that he said I should be aware of and gave me the news he heard from the north.
The goblins are marching in full force. They have overrun at least ten elven settlements and three dwarven ones and the main host of their armies isn't even part of the attack yet. Even the border guards of the greenskins where sufficient to completely obliterate any defenders and send hundreds if not thousands fleeing for the safety of the few fortresses there are.
All of this happened only in the last few months it seems.
I alway dreamed of going to the north, to see the dwarven kingdom. Lately I would have been content with just some emissary from there coming to us and helping us to hold this place.
It seems we are truly on our own.
Notes: Its not an engraver, but the personality just screamed
!!Artist!! so I hope you are happy with her Nail.
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