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[Camulus]

Successive forts within the same world narrated by a madman for some unknown reason.

How it currently works:

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Each embark is treated as an "Arc", and will be told as a story until the fortress is ruined or retired.
I aim to use legends mode now and again when telling me tales, makes it interesting as each arc may then be remotely connected, or expand upon previous world lore or something something etc.


Virgin world: http://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=11013

Rules and general things of interest.

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For the sake of my insanity do not PTW. Free will and all that yes, but currently this is a personal endeavor to expand my literate and fortressing skills so cluttering this thread with a horde of abbreviations will be tantamount to heresy against the gods of yer people
Well I guess you humans can make requests to be dwarved, BUT no numbers or "ThePinkTeaFrog"s....keep it dwarvish and boring


#1  No mods or 3rd party thingies are used, vanilla ascii clusterfuck it shall be.
#2 Strangely, even though the tower of ponderwhisked was shown in world gen, legends show no evidence of it as a structure, thought it exists in the names of necromancers and artifacts as well as exported worldgen map....befuddled I am.
#3 World contains both a male and female calcite demon...........
#4 Ghosts can smear the blood from their corpses across the floors of a fort? Meeting zone related? Hmmm.
 

So with introduction drivel well spouted, let us commence...

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Time...history...held no meaning.
Yet the vampire had heard tales, for she had lived long and walked far in these blighted lands.
She had heard a rumor of a rumor, that there once stood a tower, a testament to the darkest of magicks.
It was called Ponderwhisked.

And now, as she stood in the catacombs of a long deserted dwarven fortress, looking at stacks of scrolls gathering dust amongst the skeletons of sapients and beasts alike, she began to comprehend the existence of such a foul place.
 
For in her wry and bony hands lies a map so detailed that only unknown magicks or the minds of the gods themselves could have created it.

It is a map of the world she has come to despise, the world that has died.

Ilasroth.





For weeks she wandered the musty halls, reading tome after tome.
The unknown histories, the battles of ages, terrifying constructs and fearful beings filled her imagination.

History was reborn in the chaos of her withered mind.

Arc1-Plankbore:
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152246.msg6401261#msg6401261

Arc2-Razorhandle:
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=152246.msg6540062#msg6540062

[Camulus]

NAMED


Braxon Entrancegalleys {10terrapin01}

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ARC1:


ARC2:

[Camulus]

Arc 1: Lover of trees

Introduction

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"The girl is ticked in er head, I say!
Ever since that damned pointed ear wench came ere with all er freakly animals and er thin lil guards carr'n nothin but branches, shees been all wrong in the 'ead.
Some sorta 'force', she keeps on spootin aboot.

Goin outside, freein our damned last two yaks, I say we oughta chain er down below till er mind is right and dwarven again!!"

Vucar looked down disdainfully at the scruffy mechanic that stood beneath her throne.
With a piercing gaze and an even sharper tongue she answered him.

"You know full well the goblins have us by our bloody beards. Only the mountainhome stands between them and our annihilation.
 Now I do not profess a love of those that bow down to the tree-fornicating cannibals, but by the gods man, ye want to jail yer own duagter?!

No......but...she is undesirable.
So are others who stalk my halls.
Spreaders of propaganda, dirty thiefs and that murderous bastard who likes to butcher young dogs.
Your duaghter seems like she can at least handle herself in the wilds, she's not completely dull or crippled like most of the sods that ave been wandering in from the burnin ruins of our pride.

No, she gets a wagon, six of the worst ingrates that the Guard can muster and a selection of our stockpiles.
The blighters will disappear over the hills, and better become useful to us or by Rab I will laugh in joy as their flesh burns of their skins in our most holy of forges!!!"

With an anxious shuffle, the mechanic departed from the halls of his queen.
The whole mountainhome, nay, the whole of The Strapping Axe knew that Vucar's anger was worse than the fires of a dragon.

The Journey:

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Tales were told of the jungle of dishes.
Tales of its muck and beasts, trees ripe with fruit and the howls of strange birds alike.
Few dwarves, though, have heard of the force that was supposed to permeate it.


Yet one dwarve had.
One dwarve believed.
She had heard of a pleasant stream flowing under the most glorious of trees, animals frolicking about with no war or malice in their hearts.
This dwarve has now been chosen, by the twists of fate, to lead a mad butcher, a grizzled veteran, two herbalists and two peasants to erect a new fort in the name of The Strapping Axe.
All of them, outcasts by the word of Queen Vucar.
The other six might have have thought that they were to erect a proud fortress in defense of the realm, to ward of the goblin hordes by wielding the finest steel.

The young dwarve had other ideas.
Elvish ideas.

Year One - Spring and Summer:

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Extracts from the scribblings of an alchemist

This is most......strange.
This woman, truly she must be mad.
Live like elves?
Harm no trees?
Wield no picks?
As an... admirer of the more... potent properties of certain plants, I have come to respect the lethality of nature.
But to downright bow to it?
To praise it as a force?
We are to die in this blasted jungle, with this mad woman.
She almost attacked Ral when he tried to dismantle the wagon. It shall be left for now, to our detriment.

For now Ral has ordered us to carry the food into the cave, a welcome sight after days of blasted jungle and frozen streams.
Athel, though, is quite irrate at this, yelling "By Vucar's orders, we must not delve the earth! The force is here to protect us, you must merely follow it!"

She will die in the cold tonight.










Extract from the Force Prophet's Monologues:

Fools.
I told them to avoid the depths, for the beasts of the deep do not adhere to the peace of nature.
The elk birds tore them to shreds, and wounded me when I tried to save a few barrels of giraffe.
Good riddance.
Those heretics questioned my authority.



I quite appropriately named the beast that so helpfully cemented my leadership here.

I have ordered the other worthless lumps of beard to use the stone blocks our fire-worshiping witch-queen has sent with us.
They at least seem to be able to erect a wall and workshops for food processing.
The remaining alchemist should start gathering plants soon, I ordered it after all.


26th of Granite



Upon inspecting the new food storage and workplaces, I noticed two interesting things:
There are a family of adorable badgers on the other side of the stream.
I suggested to the others that we feed and befriend them, but was stared at with deathly hatred.

Then I came upon one of the peasants, constructing a damned masonry shop!
Much to my amusement, he had no rock left to construct the coffins he wished to make!
Heretical traitors must rot into the earth or be eaten, such is life.

I ordered the butcher to retrieve Ral's spear.
She would have to wield it in case the beasts from below return.
One of them was trying to cross the stream earlier, and spooked the eight badgers.
We must ally with them soon.

4th Slate



I estimate that the hens have laid more than a hundred eggs since we came here.
Nature is truly on our side, we will survive!



11th slate

We finished the last workshops today.
Truly, now our survival is assured.
A few of the others where bothered by the stench of the rotting corpses coming from the caves.
Such weakness must be eliminated from their minds.

23rd Slate

 The jungle is filled with a myriad of beautiful flowering plants.
Truly this is the highest form of existence.
I have meanwhile decreed the construction of a trade depot.
These are elven lands, and we should be prepared to receive them with all due courtesy.



Meanwhile, Helpfulhustle and two others of her kind still roam the surface.
They have given us no further trouble, but I do wonder why they do not return to their dank caverns.

27th Slate



She is becoming too bold. At least the butcher is here with her spear, that will be our only hope if these beasts attack again.

9th of Felsite



We were awakened by the squawking of ravens this morning.
The sound has always sent a chill through my spine.
These birds...they are unnatural.
Cold and evil.
I will have to ignore them, hopefully they will move on to fouler lands.

15th Felsite

I have ordered the butcher to slaughter the water buffalo bull today.
I have less respect for domesticated animals, their minds are generally weaker than their wild bretheren.
She simply nodded solemnly and proceeded to do the deed in silence.
No wonder the mountainhome questioned her sanity.
Sociopathic, her behavior.


22nd Felsite



Did I imagine the hint of a smile on her face when she donned her new armor?
Regardless, this at least improves our position against those damned birds.

10th Hematite

I oversaw the construction of a bone crossbow and bolts.
Now I will be able to defend myself.
I thank the water buffalo for it's sacrifice.
We will also craft a quiver from it's hide.
The same fate will not befall our three yaks, though.
They must first spread their progeny across these verdant soils.


15th Hematite

I was just woken up by one of the dwarves.
The butcher has entered the cave.



I doubt that she will survive.
I supply her with armor, soiled by the blood of an animal, and this is how she repays me?!?




She returned, blabbering on about a cavern down deep filled with gems and water.
Usually silent, her  new-found fervor is quite unsettling.

Damn her and her false dwarven gods.





I will have to keep an eye on her, lest she tempts my flock with the vices of the deep.


21st of Hematite



No one will be entering that damned cave again. I made sure of it.


16th of Malachite





This....the alchemist.....
Am I going mad?
I just heard the fool's voice, saw a spectral form floating in the air..........
What dark forces linger in that blasted cave, if the dead come back to life??


21st Malachite



The poor yaks, as well as some the blasted wretches I find myself living with, are constantly frightened by the spectral dwarve.
His moaning and complaining is even beginning to irk me.
How does one do away with the blasted thing?




Migrants.
Hopefully these ones are outcasts as well, I dont want any damned agents reporting to Vucar on what is transpiring in Plankbore.
The damned queen has no business with the jungle of dishes, and I aim to keep it that way.

The fisherdwarve who stumbled towards our food stockpiles first claimed some proficiency with spears, so I assigned the butcher's gear and position as defender to him.
I do hope he will not disappoint me as well.

The only other migrant was a metalsmith who brought a donkey.
His animal is of more use and value in Plankbore, the smith will probably just sit about and sulk like the rest of these idiots.


15th Galena



The chickens fled their pasturing today.
I am not sure wheter it was the ghost or the elk birds, but this just means more work for me.

19th Galena



A flock of emu's are grazing close to our encampment.
They are far more placid than our other five neighbors.
Perhaps the elk birds have become more panicked once they realized they could not enter their cave?

[Camulus]

Year 1 - Autumn

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1st Limestone 245


Autumn.
The deathcries of millions of leaves invade my mind.
This season has brought the return of the badgers, though.
This time, they have come to our side of the stream.
Are they warming to us to my reverence of the force?



It is with great joy that I anticipate the arrival of the elven caravan, for with their holy wood I will be able to cage and befriend these majestic creatures!


9th Limestone





As I stand atop the cave-bearing mound, the yellowed jungle speaks to me.
I know I am leading The Strapping Axe in the right direction, towards the embrace of nature.
This is where all beings are meant to be!
Someday.... someday I will rule as queen, with Vucar rotting beneath the trees that my kind seem to despise.


15th Limestone




They have found us!
The dirty bastards have found us.
Hastily I think of an excuse to give them, but alas, the other dwellers of Plankbore have already begun to swarm towards them.
Weaklings.
All of them.
Fuck the mountainhome, fuck the queen hiding behind stone and fire.
The jungle shall consume them all.

17th Limestone



They left me no choice.
If I allowed one of the others to trade, they would firstly have traded for a pick or some other heretical item.
Secondly the mountainhome would have an incorrect opinion of just who was in charge of this encampment.

19th Limestone



The damned mountainhome keeps sending dwarves here!
Soon I shall be swamped by bearded idiots hungering for metals and gems that they will never attain.

I had to open the cave momentarily, at least the two fools who died there can help us by offering up their clothes.
Furthermore I had to leave the merchants for some time to inspect the new arrivals.
What I found shocked me greatly.



Truly....this is a great danger to the jungle!
I will have to confiscate her axe immediately, lest she rapes and burns the trees that we must so fervently protect!!!

I.........




May the Dale of Glades save us!
No!
Nothing in existence, not a demon or the gods themselves are as dangerous as a dwarf with a pick!
And now they... both of them... both of them tread here?
I must rally my people... I must rouse the troops... the fisher-dwarf has a spear...
They must die, these heretics...


23rd Limestone

There was nothing I could have done.
They numberd too much.
Only one dwarf, the former alchemist's student, supported me, believed in the sanctity of this jungle.
The miner, a regular dwarven prick, offered us the northern part of the stream, "as compensation for my leadership of Plankbore".

I spat at him, but had no choice other than to accept.........
At least the north will be spared from the steel axe that has arrived here.
I weep deeply for the other trees though.
They will be slaughtered by these ignorant barbarians.


My revenge will come. The revenge of the jungle will come.
In years, even decades, their underground hovels will lie in ruins, for this is the fate of all heretics!




Official Record of Outspost Plankbore
Transcripted by Chief Architect Sibrek

24th Limestone


By Rab...what is this place?
By some madness, the leader ere have decreed that our kind sleep under the bloody sky.
The dwarves ere ar dirty an suffering, ere's speak of two corpses layin about and a ghost has been smearin blood all around the encampment that ees poor sods call home.




Our Queen Vucar sent me, the wife and a few other good dwarves to this place to ensure that those unfit for life in er halls serve their duty well.
If we had not come ere, surely only corpses an misfortune would have inhabited this place.
I have been chosen tah start a decent bloody fort ere, an with my pick an the axe of Zuglar this jungle will kneel to us.
We shall build a fortress that can withstand and kill the blasted demon and goblins that ave been plaguing our people for hundreds of years!

That madwoman and er friend can rot across the stream for all I care.
We ave enough wood ere fer years tah come, and I hear tell that the cave leads directly into tah caverns.
We'll build er a bridge, an strike er from our histories.




The cave as been unsealed, the mining will now start in all earnest.


2nd Sandstone



We ave installed a door to the cave entrance while trees are being felled around the thing itself.
With this lush jungle, our forges will run hot.

At least there's some clay inside the cave tah farm on, but the blasted merchants brought no seeds.
I let the liaison know that they better bring em next year, or else we will run out of booze.
I just hope the lass has a good memory, er else we are doomed.

6th Sandstone



By all the gods.....an elk bird just attacked that damned elf-lover....a butcher came to er defense, punching the thing over and over.....



I had tah order the speardwarf an woodcutter tah kill the beast.





9th Sandstone


I've ordered the caverns closed fer now with a hatch, we ave tah train an outfit our warriors first.
These elk birds are a damned nuisance, they'll make good practice fer our two warriors.

[10terrapin01]

I, Braxon have made a request to depart from the mountainhomes to aid the dwarves of Plankbore.  Hearing from the caravan that dwarves are forced to sleep under the sky, I feel obligated to aid them.  I hope to head out as soon as possible.
(Dwarf as Braxon in the next migrant wave.  No preference other than male.  As something to expand your scribing abilities, would additional storytellers be welcome?)

[Camulus]

(Dwarf as Braxon in the next migrant wave.  No preference other than male.  As something to expand your scribing abilities, would additional storytellers be welcome?)

I am off to the realms of morpheus for now, but you shall be in the next wave of immigrants.
Still mulling on the succession aspect, but I have no objection to dwarved persons writing journals.

I presume you meant journals, so yesh, green light etc.

[Taupe]

PTW. Pretty talentful writing.
Also that's a very fucking angular river if i've ever seen one.

[Gwolfski]

PTW.
Also that's a very fucking angular river if i've ever seen one.

he said no "ptw", mind your language please, at least use !@#$%&* in swear words

[Camulus]

Swearing is accepted ere, just dont post to watch(By that I mean dont have your post just be "PTW" with no meaningfull contribution or wisecracking one-liner).

Will probably have a delayed update with a warped timeline sometime this week.

That stream is quite freaky yesh, it turns again on the map edge going one z down.
I was quite surprised to have found it frozen upon embark.

[Camulus]

waste space

[Camulus]

Year 2-Autumn

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10th Limestone 246


Well, ere I am, writing the official record of Plankbore as chief architect appointed by our great queen.
We were busy the last three seasons, bending this blasted jungle tah our wills.
Winter brought freezing snow storms, and a black bear met it's end by Minkot's spear.

I worry about the state of the mountainhomes, none of the dwarves the queen promised me ave shown up.
We look tah the dense walls of green with hope, waiting for the wagons of our kin tah arrive with weapons, food an good tidings.

Wooden walls ave been put up around the cave entrance an were building a bridge so we can be safe if the damned goblins find us in our blessed hole.

The others never gathered the eggs from the nest boxes, so we ave not just lost food but also ave a horde of chirping chicks running amok outside an inside.
At least I dig in the cave most of the time, but when I went up tah build the bridge the sound almost drove me mad.
The butcher as been happier than usual lately as I ordered her tah cull the little blighters.



The victims of Helpfulhustle, who was slain by minkot, ave been buried and honored in the ancient ways.
Poor sods, dying in a place like this.
At least the quarters I carved out of the rock are done, now we live as real dwarves, at one with stone and blessed by Usenzalis.




The two tree-lovers across the river still deny the dwarven way, living outside through thirst, rain and snow.
Of all the places Athel the elf lover could ave chosen tah settle, why did she choose this damned snow-ridden jungle?
Truly she is insane in many ways.

[Camulus]

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16th Limestone 246




Praise Rab, they ave come!
I ave told everyone tah bring all the useless wooden trinkets we carved tah the tradin post.
After we trade for much needed goods, I'll have a word with the queen's liason tah hear why no more dwarves ave come tah Plankbore.
We have so much work tah to, but not enough beards fer it.

17th Limestone 246


Madness!
I was just told that the liaison had left unhappily without even talkin tah me.
He talked tah the elf-witch across the river, and then just left.
How will I let the queen know aboot our urgent plight?
Damned that dwarve...she has caused the people here much misery, now she continues tah do so?
One year..one year before we can hear the wishes of the queen.
I hope by the gods that we can survive that long.



1st Sandstone 246



The ten of us ave been lugging the crafts fer days now, the traders waiting outside our gates.
Today I ave decided enough is enough, we ave tah trade.

Rovod is not good at this thing, the elf-lover is better at talkin tah these greedy types and knowing the value of goods than he is.
There is no way on this earth that she's going tah trade fer Plankbore after what she as done, sah we just ave tah guess what all these wooden bobbles are worth.
In the least I want some food and a chain fer the wolf Rovod got from the elves, the poor beast has been pacin up and doon it's cage fer months now.



It gladdened me tah see a good trade.
Rovod had learnt something aboot hagglin from tah dirty elves, it seems.
Now we ave two anvils, meat, lobsters, a rope fer the wolf, copper bars and another pick.
I will ave tah take one of these softhands an teach em the minin trade, Usenzalis forbid that I carve this damned cave out by myself.

We ave more trinkets tah trade once they are hauled, sah the future of plankbore seems good.
I ave no idea how the mountainhome is goin tah use these wooden doo-dads tah kill goblins, I hope we can make ourselves useful fer the queen soon.

16th Sandstone 246



Damned...I was delegating the haulin of the last crafts tah the merchants, when I was told that they ave left fer the homes.
Perhaps they did not like the goods we loaded on em, at least we got some things fer Plankbore from em.
Now, we must work, work an wait fer a year.

25th Sandstone 246

By the gods its aboot bloody time.
Now we ave more hands tah do some of the work ere.

They shall be greeted by the she-wolf of Plankbore, our symbol of prosperous times tah come fer fetid this jungle and The Strapping Axe.


26th Sandstone 246


After writin down the names an professions of our eight new members, I am gladdened by our queen's recruitment of em.
We ave another woodcutter with a steel axe selected as a worthy warrior of The Tender Figures.
The furnace operator brought a pick, the presser shall mine with us, the glazer and engraver can start forming the stone an the peasant an trader will do some much needed haulin aroond the fort.

The only strange one was the gelder, claimin tah be a master in the art of castration.
I am sure he'll get along fine with our butcher.

6th Timber 246



Zuglar the axe wielder was very silent today, when all of a sudden she stood up an started walking with some purpose in her mind.
I reckon it was all the new dwarves that ave beset Plankbore that has irked her, but some whispered that the ancient madness of our folk has beset er mind.

8th Timber 246




I ave started tah worry aboot her.
She walked around silently among the trees within our walls, now an then whispein aboot gems an how they shine in the light of Rab's flames.
I had tah ask a dwarve who can work with gems tah build a shop if it were tah appease the madness in her mind.
The gelder said he worked with em in the homes an would help.
I just hope that she comes tah her senses soon, she's a decent warrior.

[Camulus]

Year 2 - Winter

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With relief I can say my ploy worked.
The gelder put up the workshop, and Zuglar broke out of her silent trance an rushed at once into the depths.
As worrying as this has been, I have never seen a dwarve enter the ancient madness.
What transpires now, I do not know.
Some of the elders ere simply smiled at my requests, tellin me that time will tell what the gods ave in store for Zuglar's labors.

[Camulus]

Arc 2: Razorhandle

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An account of the annual state of the village Razorhandle, as decreed by Queen Vucar of The Strapping Axe.
Compiled by the current mayor of The Halls of Joy


As requested, attached are the known political forces who have enacted their wills upon this site:


Detailed maps and summaries of our prosperity, per request for the planned archive of our proud people:



My Queen, the seven founders who struck out from the homes in search of fortune at their own selfish behest have stumbled upon a great waterfall cascading into a gorge.
They commenced the construction of a defensible fort after digging far into the depths.
The bridges and traps they have constructed may yet come to secure our future against the calcite demon's forces.




We were besieged for a short period by goblins, elves and shambling corpses.
Our foe entered into a brief skirmish with grey langurs while loitering some distance from our walls.



When one of their ilk was caught though, they fled in haste.
There have also been numerous kobold thieves who have attempted to gain entry, always fleeing when spotted.


Our other neighbours seem less of a threat for the time being, we have established trade with a human nation as well as the tree worshipers from the deep jungles.


So far the seven keepers seem to be capable governors, they had already created a prosperous settlement before I was elected as mayor.

Whether their allegiance to our glorious queen Vucar is as strong as mine, though, is not known.
Their selfishness and greed may yet lead us astray from the fiery warpath of Rab.

For now at least they keep us strong to some extent.


An accidental discovery of a great magma pipe in the caverns has led to much joy among the various smiths and warriors here, but now we are in desperate need of ores.
I must beseech the traders from the homes to bring as much as possible, for Razorhandle has great potential in our eternal war against the greenskins.

There have been... whispers that one dwarve somehow sensed the Sacred Ore's essence while standing next to the magma pipe, but I must dismiss these as superstitious rumors.

This information will be sufficient for an official report, I dearly hope.
Further writings will be mere anecdotes to amuse the nobles who no doubt find themselves bored within the glorious halls of the mountainhome.



I happened to meet a dwarve here who came with the first migrants, who told tales of Plankbore, a fort deep in the jungles.

While he shared a few entertaining anecdotes, he stated that the fort, while still alive, had been in a state of stasis for a while with no new developments.
Thus he left, seeking a reprise from boredom.



So far only one dwarve had died here, the gods be blessed for sparing us from slaughter.
They say she died from a lack of water while waiting for the bridge over the gorge to be built.
Braxon was a migrant with her, and shared this sad tale with me.


We have witnessed the creation of a strange weapon here, created by a bowyer who has become renowned among the populace.
She entered into a workshop for quite some time, many weeks later emerging with a long hollow object.
Many of us are still unsure how, or whether, the weapon functions, but she decreed it to be "a blowgun".




Thus I conclude the first account of Razorhandle, may the forges of the mountainhome burn bright under the hand of our Queen Vucar.

Bim be praised.

[Camulus]

Annotation of daily life in Razorhandle
-An unknown dwarf-

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Today one of our children as awakened from some strange dream.
The others tell that he sat straight up from ees bed an bolted out of the room, with a fey glow about him.
After that mad crossbow-maker created er "blowgun", I must say that even ere the dwarven insanity runs strong.

After hearing of the child, I was reminded of the poor babe that met it's end tah the river.

The way I heard it, the mother was sparring in the Blackspire when the babe somehow came tah fall through the wall an into the depths.



The mayor ordered the masons tah repair any holes in the barrack walls, but they say none were there....
With a visit from corpses an four dwarves being struck by these "moods", I have no choice but tah wonder that perhaps this place is cursed.

Before all these strange tidings ave come tah be, the merchants from the homes gave us a visit.
The mayor traded well, an we have a little bit of steel, iron, bronze an silver as well many exotic meats and fish to thank im for.



The weaponsmiths ave already crafted a few shortswords from steal an iron.
I heard hat these were for tah new warriors who will ave tah guard the sleeping quarters from the cavern beasts.
The mechanics ave set up traps an a bridge down there, but the Seven Keepers ave decreed that no defense is as great as a drunken dwarve.






While eating, I heard Iral the weaponsmiths say that ees heard some very strange noises in the cavern of late.
I pray tah Usenzalis that the smith was jus drunk, or that the poor sap as been imagining it all.
If not....
May the gods ave mercy.










Today the members of the Cavern Guard ave been selected from the idle layabouts, with each of em handed a sword an then told tah learn how tah swing it.
There were only about two decent warriors among em, but the keepers seem certain that ees saps will be able tah protect us from the unknown beasts below.
If only Razorhandle had any ore tha could be mined, the smiths would ave armored these lads and lasses proper.
For now, they jus train.




The child seems tah ave ceased it's mood, wastin the precious gems we mined fer a rock crown.
Children, they ave tah grow up before they learn that hammers an picks are worth far more than mere trinkets.










One of the warriors have died tah the strange walls in the cramped barracks as well.
The mayor as decreed that a new space tah train be constructed fer the Blackspire Sentinels atop the upper fortification.
I hope they won't fall through the walls again, for they are closer tah the blasted sun this time.



I'm not sure who's fancy plan it was tah ave em train in a tower in the first place, makes no sense tah me.
The poor saps ave tah run down even more stairs if the enemy were tah breach our gates, if the walls of the tower don't somehow push them to a grisly death below.
My sympathies are with em all.






These past few months all the dwarves who go below ave reported hearin strange sounds of beastly battles an deep cries of pain.
No one is sure what's down there, we're all jus glad that we never allowed any entry into tah fort for these beasts.

The Keepers seem tah promote caution on the matter, but by the way the miners are acting it seem that soon they'll be diggin deeper.

There are some who believe in the nonsense of the green ore sitting down there in the deeps, saying that we must all work tah find an use it.
The greed that shine's in a dwarve's eye is the greatest enemy of our people, that I have seen many times in my life.




A new section as been built to the castle on the cliffs, forcin me out into the sun for the first time in months.

When I asked the manager what all this gabbro block hualin was about, he told me that we needed a defended pasture for the animals, an that I better start workin and stop talkin if I wanted tah eat meat in the foreseeable future.

Damned nobles, no matter what the saps did before they got er positions, afterwards they always turn into soft-bellied platestuffers.

Fer now I will stop writin unless somethin occurs that is worthy of the great histories.