Composition: The TruthThis is a talc-bound codex.
The written portion consists of a 20 page essay entitled, Composition: The Truth, authored by Olon Onulolun. It concerns the unfinished journal authored by Elpho Ustuthdeleth. The writing is as vicious as can be. Overall the prose is amateurish at best.
Excerpt:To err is dwarven, to reuse an old cliché. These words may have been some comfort to Elpho, in these early days of 176, as she seems to have taken the burden of overseership quite hard. We find a few revisions of the following text in Elpho's journal:
Is a world without pain possible? Then don’t ask the impossible.
A charming quote originally put to pigtail by Momuz Aurelius in the time before time. This author feels a flood of sympathy, though, reading the following etched out in the margins:
Why don't I feel pain? Why don't I feel anything?
The journal of one “auze” Dodokimsal, simply known around Smallhands as “the broker”, accounts for a surplus of slabs commissioned and engraved in the late Spring and early Summer of 176. Other contemporaries recounted seeing “ghosts” or poltergeists. Those readers who have never sampled the fortress life, poltergeist activity is a well-known and documented phenomenon. Some scholars suggest that it is the result of the dwarven commitment to the success of a fort being broken, more esoteric philosophers believe poltergeists are punishments for bad overseeing.
Elpho was a well-practiced philosopher, and I would suggest that she was familiar with such schools of thought. Her journal, however, contains the melancholic yet optimistic lines:
It's early dawn, my love, open your eyes and arise
Gently imbibing and playing the ushirir;
For those who are here will not tarry long,
And those who are gone will not return.
This is, unfortunately, a blatant forgery of Olun Khayyam's* 160th quatrain. All surrounding evidence suggests Elpho spent much of the time mourning the recently dead and wallowing in self pity. Of note, the wandering babbler Quasar drops off from all journals in Smallhands at this time.
Excerpt:An out-of-character statement remains undisturbed in the middle of this journal. I am unsure what to think of it, but I present it here in the hopes that any other scholars will pay attention to it.
I feel no fear. I crushed a fleshball. It could not resist, and I felt nothing extinguishing its life.
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OOC
*Omar Khayyam is an amazing poet, unfortunately mostly unknown in the West. If you like drinking, lounging outside, beautiful ladies, and drinking - you'll enjoy the Rubaiyat. Big recommend.
Interestingly, I am having some sort of sympathetic lack of motivation with Elpho. I spent the last couple months cleaning up - slaughtering our out of control animal population, putting ghosts to rest, selling off some tat, and memorializing any potential spookers. Sadly everyone was already interred - which means they can't be zombified (right? I am remembering that correctly, right?)
This is the guild representative for the Humans. I think she has a neat name and title.
TLDR: make some new floodgates and install magma proof mechanisms to replace the ones I didn't make magma proof and thus got destroyed when magma was released
I took screenshots to come here and tell you this - thanks for the research and explanation - I'll try to install a few more floodgates, if I can - though...would the magma pumps still work if the holding chamber isn't installed - as in, would it just pour magma out anyway?