-----Foundation of Magma and Fire-----
1st Moonstone 205I feel a
change in the air. Winter comes in the
Desert of Dreams, though it is different here than in the frozen lands to the east where I come from. The relentless sun continues to blaze overhead, though the dryness of the air is relieved by the arrival of sporadic seasonal monsoon rains.
No, perhaps it is more accurate to say that this
feeling of change comes from the progress we have made. This past year, I've been busy trying to lay a stable foundation for
the Channels of Melting; a foundation fueled by
magma and the
fires of industry. With the magma pump stack fully operational, the power of dwarven engineering is at our grasp. But it is not enough, I have to look towards bolstering other areas that I deem are still weak. A day of
reckoning is on the horizon, and we will need all that we can muster to withstand it.
But for now we shall put another foot forward.
With magma cremation possible, the old refuse pit on the surface has been rendered obsolete. I'm having it dismantled and the pit floored over. The levers will also have to go.
5th Moonstone 205The lake may have its share of horrible secrets, but nothing will come of it if we only avoid it in fear. We have to force it to yield its bounty by delving deep. Already our miners are hard at work excavating the flux deposits beneath the lake.
Conveniently, the flux deposits utilize the same route as the clay collection. Soon we shall strike down our foes with cold unyielding dwarven steel. I've commissioned a full implement of steel weaponry to replace the old stores. I can already hear some of the veterans protesting, arguing that the old gear is still serviceable.
Bah! Their foolish sentiments cloud their thinking. In time, they will come to appreciate these new weapons as much as the old.
11th Moonstone 205Still, we have to pay the price for progress. Tantrums abound as more infighting goes on.
Zon! Zon! Was my show of clemency futile? I am already regretting my decision to spare Litast. Her wretched ways are getting to be a nuisance.
13th Moonstone 205Most of the flooring orders for the well have been completed. We now have enough manpower freed up to operate the magma pumpstack. We don't have any
elven or
goblin captives for the ritual ceremonial sacrifices, so I have instead prepared 3 dogs and a keg of dwarven rum to appease the gods.
Excellent, everything is going according to plan.
With the magma dikes filling, I order the water cisterns in the caverns to be filled.
3rd Opal 205A newly forged set of steel weaponry has been handed out to our veterans to replace their old ones. 4 ☼steel swords☼, 2 ☼steel battle axes☼ and 2 ☼steel spears☼. More will come in the days to follow.
14th Opal 205With the southern magma dike nearing full capacity, I ordered the rest of the inner magma dike walls to be completed so we can proceed with filling the other sections.
17th Opal 205The magma dike is filling along nicely and soon we should be able to switch to another section to fill.
26th Opal 205The inner dike walls are complete, as well as construction for the well. I order the water to be brought up into into the new well cistern.
3rd Obsidian 205The 1st magma dike section is filled, so I decide to let everyone take a break. Time to see to moving the forges above ground. I've decided to dismantle one of the farming areas and use it as a magma cistern for the forges. This should speed up future melting efforts by quite a bit.
12th Obsidian 205I have reports from our furnace operators that some odd rumblings were heard down in the cavern layers, they report that it was different from the usual shambling of feet by the undead. Meanwhile, preparations are complete to fill the forge cistern.
While waiting for the forges to fill to capacity, I took the time to have a look around the fortress.
Wandering the halls, I came upon engravings of the symbols of our civilization and government. Ah yes, I'm reminded that I'm no longer a part of
Lînemenur. This place is home now.
I pondered over that last engraving
'The Destined Work' for a while, as my thoughts began to coalesce. Yes, perhaps all this was preordained. Perhaps
Boardsomber was destined to fall, and we are destined to succeed it. I continued on, poring over another engraving depicting the settling of this land, and I'm reminded of all the hardships we had to endure to get to this point. There was still a long way to go before we could succeed
Boardsomber as the mountainhome.
Next I came into a hall where the statues of our pioneers were arranged tastefully. I took a good look at all their faces, and sighed in melancholy as I was reminded of our fragility and our mortality. Two remain out of the original seven. In the tough times ahead, could they be counted on to lead us?
I moved on to the next hall and as I gazed at the statues arranged there, a sense of foreboding came over me. Averting my gaze, I quickly moved on.
I moved on and as I looked at the statues, I'm reminded that our progress has come at a cost. Many lives were put to the grinder, trampled upon in order for us to secure a foothold here in the Desert of Dreams.
I moved on from the hall, feeling solemn and rather disturbed.
I made my way to the unfinished temple complex, housing the shrines of the various deities here. I made a quick prayer to the various deities enshrined here, but I could not find my own patron deities;
Zan and
Cog. Most
ominous, are my kind not welcome here? I gazed at the statues of the other deities and implored them for guidance instead.
I am humbled but I remain optimistic. Through perseverance and sacrifice we have managed to triumph over adversity.
We shall not falter, for this is only the laying of a foundation. There will be more challenges ahead,
24th Obsidian 205Litast was spotted inside the forge chambers that were still filling with magma. I have no idea how she got there, but I have a bad feeling about this.
I don't know if I can act quickly enough to save the wretch, as there is still danger of magma overflow. Despite these interruptions, I've begun the procedure to fill another section of the magma dike.
My term as overseer draws to a close as I make my way up to the mayor's office to submit the overseer logbook.
Maybe now I'll have the time to pore over the package that the outpost liaison handed me last season? I signed off on the official documents, as I watched the mayor interview the next prospective overseer.
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