1st Limestone
1052 1061
Today I learned that the “wisdom god” is a massive asshole. There was no note. Just my journal, which has been filled to the brim with useless engineering schematics, strange glyphs, and doodles of a rather phallic nature. Luckily, most of the entries have been dated, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve been dead for nine years. And this isn’t some metaphorical born-again type deal. I’ve literally been dead for nine years. And they didn’t even think to bury me! Bunch of aristcr
“The hell are you doing in my office?” interrupted an incredibly old, and incredibly enraged engineer.
Normally, the elderly wouldn’t be so much of a threat to me, but this one, this one is different.
I hesitated, realizing what I was about to say was completely ludicrous.
“Would you believe me if I told you that the god of all knowledge has sent me back as the instrument of armageddon to purge the wicked?”
A thick silence filled the room. Perhaps that was a poor choice of words.
The engineer looked unimpressed. “What?”
Perhaps it’s time I took a different approach. After all, I need all the allies I can get if I’m to deal with the ever descriptive “devil worship.”
“Actually, do you have a minute to discuss our lord and savi-”
“Get out.”
Oh well, it was worth a shot.
Finishing the last of my notes seems like a good idea right about now.
1st Limestone
1052 1061
Today I learned that the “wisdom god” is a massive asshole. There was no note. Just my journal, which has been filled to the brim with useless engineering schematics, strange glyphs, and doodles of a rather phallic nature. Luckily, most of the entries have been dated, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve been dead for nine years. And this isn’t some metaphorical born-again type deal. I’ve literally been dead for nine years. And they didn’t even think to bury me! Bunch of aristcrThe engineer Xan is going to need need a bit more convincing. I’ll work on it later. Right now, I need to reclaim my position of overseer. We’ll see how that goes.
P.S. Don’t forget to look at those scraps and schematics, maybe you can get someone to translate.
3rd Limestone, 1061
So apparently, the last overseer actually stepped down! So thankfully, I don’t have to assassinate anyone. Though, the whole governmental system here is in shambles. I discovered that today when I watched what they call a “cultist” brain someone with a granite boulder, and run off. Turns out, everyone’s too busy battling dark gods, and sacrificing babies to even consider applying for overseer. So with that, I applied, and rather reluctantly, they allowed me control of a massive underground fortress. To be honest, I’m a little suspicious at how easy this was. They just up and gave it to me. This has to have been arranged somehow. Oh well. For now, I will spend the next few weeks learning about what’s changed over the nine years, and working on getting this dead-language translated. That, and consider obtaining a scarf. The neck-hole is getting some strange looks.
5th Limestone, 1061
THERE’S A GIANT BRONZE TERMITE OUTSIDE! Why is it ALWAYS giant animals?! My first act as overseer is to construct what I like to call “Giant room filled with retractable spears”. This will be used in project “lure the termite into the room and stab it to death”. I quite like my ideas.
10th Limestone, 1061
Something is very odd about this place. Time broke free of its restraints and now moves as it pleases. Seconds seem like hours, though everyone is carrying on as they normally would. It seems as if only I notice.
17th Limestone, 1061
The caravan has arrived! I hope they like our various “exotic” art pieces made from dead things!
23rd Limestone, 1061
Other than building roofs over various buildings and filling a room with deadly spikes, not much has been going on.
7th Sandstone, 1061
Today I
“Why do you always do that?”
Startled by the sudden voice, I shut my journal and look around, only to see a rather bored looking forge worker.
“Do what?” I asked, feigning ignorance. He doesn’t need to know where I’m putting the bodies, and he DEFINITELY doesn’t need to know about the tower.
“Always sitting there, writing a few meaningless sentences. No one’s ever going to read that, so what’s the point?”
Oh, he meant
that thing. This of course, was much easier to explain.
“See, it’s an overseer thing. You craftsdwarves wouldn't really understand.” I said, attempting to sound as least pompous as possible, failing horribly.
He scoffed and walked off.
I don’t think they like me very much, and I’m beginning to realize why.
17th Sandstone, 1061
The spear room is finished! The only problem now is finding someone stupid enough to open the door leading to the massive termite. Now who should I pick? I think I know some people who have seen far too much. Hmm… Maybe that engineer those few weeks back can help me with this issue. Dodging spears isn’t TOO hard. I'll leave him little gaps to run to when the iron death fills the room, assuming he survives the termite of course.
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