Journal of Fatcat, Holy Wealth of alil Helpfulmirth.
Malachite 8th, 260
"Work that you may have riches. Delve deeply, for the earth and stone are the storehouse of wealth." These are a few of the teachings of our Lady alil Helpfulmirth, passed down from our forefathers. Despite my love for the sunlight, I have sought to obey these commands to the best of my ability. From today, I will struggle to ever bring myself to do so again. Yesterday, I felt ill at ease. First I surmised it was the weather, and then feared I, in my weakness and carelessness, had angered our Lady. All doubt in the matter was dispelled when a abysmal screech seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth, seemingly emanating from every surface. Fearing the end of all had come, I fled to the temple, to await my fate before She whom I serve. On they way, I passed Nephilim III, rushing towards the meetinghall and cursing by everything he could think of. As I worshiped before alil Helpfulmirth, several further screeches shook the walls, and then an eerie stillness crept over the fortress.
The gods had not appeared bringing wrath and judgement, and regaining my sense, I realized what had happened. Over the previous year, as I led the fortress, one of my greatest achievements was the expansion of the mines around the pillar of Adamentine, the metal of the gods. I had undertaken this partially in obedience to the commands I have quoted above, and partially in the knowledge that Nephilim III, as my probable successor, would be eager to outfit our militia with the best weaponry possible. Since the end of my term, I have mainly focused on my duties as Holy Wealth, but was aware the expected rearmament was underway. All became clear. The Overseer had crossed the line from the holy act of seeking riches by work in the depths to despicable greed, and had torn at the gift of the gods like a dingo at a rabbit. I offered a quick prayer for mercy to our Lady, and hurried out to gather news.
The news was grim. Tonnot, along with many other workers at the forges, are believed to have barricaded themselves in the deepest levels of the fortress. Several other dwarves expected to return to the upper levels failed to make an appearance, and are presumed dead. Among them are my old friend Lucky, and former electoral adversary ChaosPotato. Additionally, Jacowa, the hero of Goldsilver, led an expedition to attempt to stabilize the situation in the mines. While the sound of fighting echoed from the depths until just in the last hours, they are also believed lost to the horrors that have been unleashed. Nephilim III seemed shaken and deflated as he oversaw the sealing of the stairwell below Radipon's rooms. His hope of reconquest of goblin lands seems all but dead, as he speaks now of reclaiming our own home, or dying in the process.
I cannot imagine our Lady would withdraw her blessing entirely due to the choices of one dwarf. Nonetheless, I fear I will struggle to trust Her commands for work in the depths for many years to come. I must steel my faith, so I can support that of my flock. Many are afraid that we have little time left. I must go and comfort them.
In the service of our Lady, alil Helpfulmirth
Fatcat