===+ Journal of the Undying Overseer – Spring 104 +===4th GraniteAfter some initial frustration involving a forbidden lever, Laterigrade is descending into the upper caverns to harvest the fungal trees. There is currently a single draltha wandering around down there. The mushroom-eating beast is huge, but it should remain docile.
We also have a stockpile of captured cavern animals that have been down there for Weevilmessiah knows how long. At least long enough for a captured giant rat to die, presumably of old age. The survivors include a troll, a giant cave toad and a giant cave swallow.
In the meantime, Salmeuk is forging bronze helms using some leftover charcoal. He is surprisingly stoic despite being closest to the dead. He’s also still suffering from the same vile swamp fever he’s had since the fort’s founding. If this is the strength of the dwarven spirit, then truly we can endure anything.
8th GraniteLaterigrade clear-cut the eastern half of the cavern with ease, but I fear I may have overextended him when I asked for the last two tower-caps in the southwest to be chopped. A helmet snake sprung up directly in his path and gave him a nasty bite. I’m calling him back into the fortress. Hopefully he has the sense to run. We’re too far away to help if he tries to fight the snake.
By the Regal God, the fool actually tried to take it on by himself…. He’s on the ground, badly wounded and unconscious. He managed some decent hits on the snake, but then the venom set in and he couldn’t keep fighting. I told Salmeuk to grab a weapon and get to the cavern entrance. I’m going to try to get to Laterigrade. I should be immune to the snake’s worst abilities; I only hope I can reach him in time.
Too late… damn the gods, too late. The monster just shook him around by the head until his neck snapped. I was only a few paces away, but helpless to do anything.
Barely a week into my administration and already my plans are thrown to chaos. One thing is certain, I can’t allow any injury to Salmeuk. When we had two healthy dwarves, I could risk letting one of them hack apart the echidna, but now our survival is balanced on a razor’s edge. Even a small accident could cripple us.
If only I could force myself to take on a more active role, but this curse of undeath seems to have instilled me with some kind of mental block. I cannot bring myself to take on new roles I did not have in life. Not craftsdwarf nor diplomat nor soldier. This position of overseer has been the sole exception. It is what makes Salmeuk so valuable, and what frustrated my attempts to save Laterigrade. But one thing I can do is haul, and there is a lot of wood that needs hauling right now. Your sacrifice will not be in vain, Laterigrade. Those cages are our salvation, and on my unlife they will be built.
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Whew, didn’t think I would be posting another update until the end of spring, but things are happening pretty fast right now.
Sorry Laterigrade, I really did try to save you. Unfortunately, the ghouls can’t be drafted and trying to coerce him over with burrows just left him standing around like an idiot. Really dashed my hopes of capturing a necromancer and training up a ghoulish militia.
I’m glad you’re enjoying the art. I’m trying something new by limiting myself to DF’s default colour palette. Hopefully we can get a cool artifact or forgotten beast before
I accidentally kill the fort the end of my turn.