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[Camulus]

Record Keepers' general account of Razorhandle:

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As bookkeeper of this fortress, I have taken it upon myself to record mayor events whenever I get the time.
Here follows the major happenings since I last filed such annotations more than a year ago.


Razorhandle has matured quite a lot of late.
We have stumbled upon greater riches, but all at a cost of dwarven lives.



The barracks of the Blackspire Sentinels have been moved onto the ground after four dwarves fell to their deaths while training. These were the first series of mishaps on my record.



Then came the accidental piercing of the magma pipe by one of The Keepers, the founding members of the Halls of Joy.


Two other dwarves lost their lives that day, but this had all come about due to glorious news: There were tetrahedrite ores deep down, close to the magma pipe.
Some time later the rumors of adamantine were proven to be true, and careful mining and extraction commenced.
Soon, we shall look upon a set of armor glowing with the blessings of the gods themselves.




After the ores were found, the smelters became busy in earnest and the smiths started creating weapons and armor for the military, of which 25 dwarves are currently part.
The Blackspire Sentinels, Cavern Guard and Just Hammers are all eqiupped and have trained themselves to be ready for conflict, which came soon enough.



At the behest of the Keepers, the upper cavern was breached after a great beast attacked dwarves who were constructing over the lava pool.


The beast, which was said to be made of glass, was finally slain by the 1st Captain of the Cavern Guard.
He thereupon decided to bestow a name upon his steel sword, forged in the smithies that he fought to protect.



The next trial our warriors faced came as a goblin siege.
The greenskins came en force, heading towards our walls.





They initially were hampered by the cage traps set up diagonally outside of the fortress walls.
As they were were regrouping after many of them were cuaght, our twenty five warriors charged over the bridges and towards the foe most haphazardly, many of them still puking while dizzy from the effect of the sun.

We triumphed though, with only one speardwarve dying and three others injured.
They were duly healed by the newly appointed chief of the hospital, who appeared a bit too squeamish for the job at hand.


 Moving on to more minute matters, The Keepers have decreed the installation of a 'zoo', which after explanation, seems to be a place were they wish to chain up various animals for the populace to gawk at.


As record keeper, such an endeavor is very strange indeed, but I shall have to ensure a decent account is kept of all captured creatures.


 

[Camulus]

Treatise on the structure of Razorhandle by the chief miner

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It has been many years since we, the keepers of Razorhandle, have settled here.
Whether out of boredom or sentimentality, I, the master of the mines, have decided to keep this account of the projects that I have personally overseen.

The Beast Garden



The keepers have decided that a selection of beasts, gathered from our plains or bought from outside, shall be housed here for the amusement of the masses.

 With a giant jaguar and bobcat guarding our front gates, the prowess of our beast keeper knows no bounds.


The Lake



I have formulated a great project, spurred by a vision of our nation's glorious future.
I am sure the queen would approve, even if it does not involve fire or the dark arts of  necrology.

The miners, and all idling scamps, have been sent outside with newly forged picks to dig out a reservoir for a lake
 Within it we shall construct a jutting tower before constructing supplement wall and filling it up with water from the rivers.

More than ten dwarves have died in this project of mine, but seeing as this lake will make it harder for the two goblin armies to assault us, these losses are acceptable.








Razorhandle has no choice but to prepare for war against the two calcite demon's armies.
The second goblin assault was an insult upon our people, with the fucking bastards sending troops of dwarves, humans and elves to fight us.
We had no choice other than to sluaghter them all, even our kin, with fifteen warriors.

They had already been given goblin names and were thus under the seduction of their demonic masters.

Many of my kin state that demons are not present in this world, but my family knows otherwise.
Some of my ancestors were present at the first goblin assaults, saw the demon master themselves as well as the mutilation and hanging of dwarves by it's peons.

They can not be forgiven.
I, the chief miner of Razorhandle, have sensed them.
A war will be waged.

My latest project:

The Netherflood







Even some of my fellow keepers have doubted my senses, but ever since we started to mine adamantine, I could sense a demonic presence through that radiating ore.

After the smiths have crafted a brilliant war axe and helm from this holiest of stones, and one fool wasted some on a damned plaything for children, they have asked for more of it's ore.

This has given me  the perfect pretext to set up my flooding device.

Whether the ore contains a portal to another realm, or simply nothing, I enjoyed planning this simple system.
Would it work against demonic forces?

After the emergency bridge has been set up by the engineers, I will personally seek to witness the truth.

[Camulus]

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Today I conferr'd with the diplomat sent by our Queen.
He stated that Razorhandle has been noticed by her majesty, she has chosen to elevate our status to a proper land of the realm.




What I kenned from the meeting is that Oddom the stone keeper will be chosen as a noble of The Strapping Axe.
I guess he gets the title 'cuase of the fact that he was the one with the idea to pack a wagon an' come 'ere all those years ago.



The diplomat also told of the loss of an outpost deep in the jungles to the goblin bastards.
Some of our citizens were harrowed by this ill tiding as they once called Plankbore their home.

We have been able to stave off the corruption that the greenskins ave brought upon our people and I promised the diplomat that we will always aspire to do so.
 



The six Keepers, the record keeper, manager and I have come to a conclusion at last.

The keepers of course dominated the discussion, arguing an' bickering about who were to take the noble title.
I simply told them their arguing was to no avail, the queen herself  has chosen Oddom.
The other five begrudgingly accepted, with some of them mumbling that "we never ought to 'ave kissed Vucar's cold hand of dominance in the first place."



May the gods preserve us, for our baron is a lunatic who sent many miners to their deaths and keeps rambling on about demons below our fort.

I have no idea why the queen would even consider including him within the nobility, his diabolical mining practices have been seen by the diplomats and retold to our brethren in the homes.



All we can do is survive his lunacy, let our fate be our fate I say.
I ponder all of this while new migrators enter our halls for the first time, the hope for a better future set like stone upon their faces.


The baron had ordered the miners to continue digging out his lake and today another accident occured.
One miner died and the master of war's husband got injured.
This can not continue, but as mayor I stand powerless.





While writing, I received interesting news from the caverns:
A weaponsmith has entered one of our people's legendary trances and has claimed an adamantine wafer from the bins.
I must confess a burning curiosity as to what instrument of war our smith will forge.





Tragedy...
The digging of this lake has become a dark shadow over Razorhandle, the reigns of which are held by our heartless baron.

Six lives.
Six of our brethren lost today by the wishes of this pompous bastard!


He may be the founder of this fortress, but to throw away the lives of his kin like this?
He has no right.
May the gods punish him by instilling a divine vengeance into our hearts!

Worse...even worse is this lake shall serve little purpose for Razorhandle, no, it is merely so the fool can have a great spire sticking from the water in which to reside.
Water tarnished by the blood of my people.....

The fates are cruel to us.





I.....something unexpected has occurred.
Once the workers started to regain their senses, gathering and identifying the corpses of our fallen kin, it was found that Oddom, our newly appointed baron, was amongst the dead.

I am unsure what he was doing there, as he had excused himself from all mining duties during the excavation of our lake.

To cries of protest from the other keepers, I have ordered the digging to be halted.
Too many have died, this insanity must cease.

I will confer with the mechanics and the woodcutters, we 'ave to create a better method.

The lake will be finished to showcase our perseverance, serving as a memory to those crushed by falling trees.
I will personally ensure though that the methods employed will pose no further risk to our miners.

This seems to means that we no longer are a barony.
The season of winter has come with much sorrow, but there is hope that our fate is one filled with greatness.