Somehow yes. Not quite sure how it happened. Although... I dunno, I'd rather our particular totalitarian dictatorship be given a character of its own rather than everyone thinking of it as "North Korea... WITH DWARVES!!!1!". Although that'd have a certain dark humour all its own.
I'd argue it's nowhere near that bad. Urvad is highly respected and nobody speaks ill of her, but children aren't
required to memorize her sayings or anything like that. It's a voluntary personality cult.
With regard to flow of information - yeah, that's compatible with my concept of the cult. Some dwarves obviously recognize the inconsistencies but no one wants to rock the boat for the sake of such a small problem. The culture doesn't value the truth
that much.
Journal of ImagoDeo Takemirrors, Sergeant of The Cobalt Planks8th Limestone, 202The last few days have been quite eventful. More goblin thieves keep sneaking around the fort, looking to steal children. It makes me nervous for my son's safety. However, Splint tells me he intends to chain some birds near the entrances, which should spot any thieves before they get too far into the fort. Several of my squad members have continued to improve their skills with spears and other weapons by spiking goblins and by sparring and demonstrations.
Splint hasn't impressed me very much as a leader so far. He has a bit of a temper. Moreover, pisskop - still carrying my firstborn - has been put into a ranged squad and has been on patrol duty for a few months. If anything happens to her or the baby... well, let's not think about that.
13th Sandstone, 202Splint's showing his selfish side. Leaders like him were another reason I left the army: always grabbing the shiniest, most protective gear for themselves in an attempt to avoid dying, while they let the grunts go forward unprotected. This is precisely why I'm not happy with pisskop being under his command. Who knows what might happen?
She's got a child to care for;
she should be the one wearing that crazy new set of iron greaves. I don't care what other armor she got assigned. Splint has no right to claim the best for himself.
14th Timber, 202I didn't see it myself, but Splint confided in me that one of the spawn showed up today. It mangled a cat. I don't know who dispatched it, or if it stayed long enough to meet our military in combat. I hope I don't have to fight any such creatures. Goblins are no challenge, but I prefer to fight opponents that die when you decapitate them, regardless of how simple the fighting may be. I've heard stories of these spawn and I'm not excited to engage them.
I'm still upset about pisskop's assignment, but at least she can fight at range. She tells me she's gaining quite a lot of experience with her crossbow, and watching her train I can certainly appreciate that. I hope she can kill whatever comes after her before it gets close.
1st Moonstone, 202Pisskop and I have moved into new quarters. At least Splint has done his best to improve accommodations. Our bedroom is quite spacious. We rarely spend time there together since we're both training fairly frequently, but when we do get some time outside the training room we generally have enough privacy. We may have another dwarflet on the way in half a year or so.
4th Moonstone, 202Splint's violent side showed through yesterday when he assaulted the outpost liaison. I heard him muttering something later about needing every scrap of armor we can lay our hands on. I suppose the liaison told him the mountainhome needed equipment. I agree with Splint's complaints, but there's no justification for attacking someone like that. The dwarf was just doing his job.
I saw Mr Frog the other day. He doesn't seem to be doing very well. Pisskop said she heard him mumbling to himself about Rakust. Her ghost proved me wrong about the rumors of her death, but it vanished - apparently satisfied - when Splint ordered someone to engrave a memorial slab and stick it in the catacombs. Maybe Mr Frog will find some peace sooner or later...
7th Moonstone, 202I spoke too soon. Today the caravan guards were assaulted by another of the spawn. Its head was caved in and then chopped off but it kept coming until one of the swordsdwarves sliced it in half. My spear suddenly seems terribly insufficient for the task at hand.
Mr Frog's nerves are beginning to get on
my nerves. If he doesn't calm down, he might make the whole fort jittery and tense. His eyes look everywhere but the eyes of the dwarves he speaks to, and almost nothing he says is coherent. He doesn't belong here, and if I ever get a chance to make decisions around here, I'll send him back to the mountainhome with the first caravan.
3rd Opal, 202At least Splint is capable enough in combat. Two birds got stuck in the mist outside and he and pisskop took care of them. A little proof of her readiness with a crossbow is welcome, but I'm still not comfortable with her being a part of the fort's militia. I haven't said anything to Splint because I know he won't change his mind. When the next overseer takes over at the end of the year, though... well, we'll see.
It's like Queen Urvad used to say, according to my old elementary school history teacher: "Time is the ally of every dwarf who is vigilant for opportunity."
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