THE DIARY OF LATERIGRADE MAZECRYSTALS
1st Granite
Arrived here around half a year ago. First thought was 'what a little dingy place'. Second one was 'what a fucking dump'.
Hasn't proved me wrong, either. I'm a worshipper of Lidod Dungsspit, you know. Queen of depravity. Some of the other dwarves spit on me, yeah, but I'm faithful; the Queen of Debauchery and Debasement looks after her own. Sometimes she comes to me in dreams... Anyway! That's not important!
But sometimes I used go to pray to her in one of the rooms near the main stairway, the one that's filled with coffins and memorials to the Fallen, who died in the event that left behind only Salmeuk, who called himself anew Sole Survivor after that event. I renamed myself 'Laterigrade' to give honour to the One Who Almost Survived, Blessed Be He, you know.
But I went there a while ago to pray, and discovered there was a goddamn goblin in a cage that some dumbass had installed there.
Every time I kneel down to think of Lidod, the little bastard spits and hisses and calls me short! I'm not a tall dwarf, yeah, but the little twerp has no right to call me that, the bastard; he's only three and a half Urists tall himself!
Like I was telling you. A dump.
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5th Granite
I'd been drafted into the military a few months ago. Up 'til now, though, I'd pretty much been slacking off. Every once in a while, I'd have to go to some demonstrations and listen to someone talk about 'how to position your shield', 'how to kick so you hit the jugular', 'The Basics of Kisat Dur', or wave around my spear in drills. It was boring, but I only had to do it once every in a while. If that was the military life, it suited me!
But someone (and I'll be damned if I don't snap his neck when I find out who the fucker is!) discovered that the schedule had been set wrong; we were supposed to be training all day every day.
And now we are. Blast whichever bastard it was.
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OOC:
Sorry for the long wait, short entry, and lack of pictures; I was mostly reorienting myself to the fortress, taking stock of changes, checking settings — like the military one I found; it was set to 'train, 6 minimum', which lets half the dwarves slack off year 'round sometimes. I hope you guys enjoy the writing; I tried to do something consistent this time