13th of Granite, 1058Work on our latest war project continues apace...
...interrupted only by brief killings of the undead.
I witnessed Deler's arm reanimate on the workshop floor, and I have since sealed the hole from which that rat crawled-- but these gorlaks! Whence these gorlaks? How do they penetrate our defenses? I do not know.
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As the cage-works progress, I recieve joyous news from the surface. The goblins have left us!
Only the undead now remain above. I am nearly sorry to see them go, for now we shall have only the walking corpses on which to test our traps and our cunning-- but now we shall have time, time to raise mighty works upon the surface world!
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18th of Granite, 1058I wake to a blood-chilling cry.
"Forgotten beast!" shouts Oddom the wrestler. "Forgotten beast in the stockpiles!" I rush below, dreading the scene of horror that awaits me...
...and find nothing?
I approach Oddom, who stands over a stairway, terrified. She points down the stairway, which opens abruptly into a cavernous void: "There! See? Forgotten beast!"
OOC: As it turns out, the stockpile here is separated from the first cavern only by a thin slate floor... and a certain up-down stairway
punches through that floor, giving dwarves a peep-hole to gaze upon the horrors below... and giving cavernous climbers and flyers an open route into the fortress proper. Oops.
"It
spat at me!"
So here, then, is the mystery of the sneaking gorlaks! I mark the offending stairway to be sealed off, so that no more creeping abominations from below might frighten my fellow dwarves. I also resolve to have words with the idiot who put that stairway there.
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Oddom tells me that the idiot I seek was none other than Daedalus himself, and that he is dead now. She points me to the hole in which his body lies
. . .
and I shout angrily at his skeleton for awhile.
This does not make me feel better.