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[LeftHandofGod]

Also, Lord Lemonpie, please sign me up for another round.

[tonnot98]

I would like to preface this by saying that my last post was made without reading the rest of the thread. I had no idea what was gonna be dropped on my lap!

Spoiler: Overseer's Log, With A Side of Tears (click to show/hide)

I am Tonnot, ninety-eighth of my name. I have done my ancestors proud by producing a stellar piece of artwork and engineering in the form of the might artifact gem hatch, "Shecedthedak," and even now it keeps the horrors of the caverns at bay. It is the 107th year of our calendar, and I have watched the fortress of Irritan Anam grow for six of them.



The role of Overseer has passed through new hands every year, and now the honor is mine. I don't know why our king doesn't step up to lead. Something about being busy administrating the affairs of the realm, so now we have a bunch of other nobles visiting every so often.

1st of Granite

First order of business will be to quell the rabble-rousers. There's enough problems dealing with invaders and giant monsters, we can't have the people at each other's throats. It's a good thing that there's a few scapegoats that everyone agrees on. Shorast Amostser with eight counts of Disorderly Conduct, and Erush Rodumegel also with eight counts of Disorderly Conduct. And strangely enough, Dasmir, a human lady-consort, admitted to trying to steal an artifact. So she's going to the dungeon as well.

2nd of Granite

Oops, one of the guards decided to beat Dasmir to death with her bare hands. I hope this doesn't have political consequences.



Only a few hours later, a force of goblins has arrived! A group of six thieves and ten or so bowmen. They're easily seen off by our heavily armored infantry who suffered not even a scratch. The men tell me that even the giant flies were harrying them on their way out! Ha!

5th of Granite

There's been a recruitment drive! For all of these poets and bards that have been growing fat off of our generosity, it has come time to reap our harvest. If they truly wish to call themselves citizens of our great nation, then they must be willing to wield a sword and spill blood for it. I made two new infantry squads and a marksman squad and told them to get to training ASAP. I could've made a fourth with the left-over poets, but this should do for now. Hopefully the dining hall will be a bit quieter...




10th of Granite

Unruly children... Must I threaten them with a spell in the dungeon?



14th of Granite

An elven caravan has arrived, and so has a giant monster from the caverns!



It's occupying the same level as the previous dust-breathing monster, perhaps we will lose a rival in their confrontation?

20th of Granite

The king redirected an elf diplomat my way, and he threatens consequences if I cut down any more than five trees this year. I made sure to issue the order for those trees to be felled while the elves are leaving so they can watch.

22nd of Granite

The two forgotten beasts tangled with each other in a terrifyingly loud duel! In the end, it was a mutual kill as whatever their "deadly dust" was disintigrated both of their bodies. Perhaps the 2nd cavern layer should remain sealed off until a more engineering-oriented overseer can flood it and clean away the contamination.



26th of Granite

I've told the Mayor, Avuz to be our broker from now on. He might not be as skilled of an appraiser as As, but As has recently spent all of his time worshiping fervently, rather than working. We traded some rock crafts for some fruit. The Elves only had fruit and nuts on offer, so I'm not sure they could really back up their threats.

11th of Slate



Hmmm...



Justice served. I sicced a guard on her, and he broke her hands with that beat down.

16th of Slate

That 14 year old I arrested earlier just murdered another person and put two others in body casts. The others describe Shorast as "being in a constant state of internal rage." I need to get rid of this issue before this gets out of hand. He's only gonna be a better fighter the longer he does this!

5th of Felsite

Some thief tried getting away with an artifact, but drowned in the river. But now we can't actually get the artifact because no one can swim...

10th of Felsite

Fath Zanegoddom, creator of Atoltaran just killed a giant fly with her bare fists. Not just any giant fly, but Torchsounded, the bastard that's been breaking every other visitor's arm or leg for the past few months.

18th of Felsite

Welcome to the Limestone Quarry / Arena! It's under construction right now, but we already have our first contestant! It's none other than the double murderer, furious fourteen year old, Shorast Amostser! I told the kid that he has a new, bigger room with a mini menagerie of his own. He flipped me off and went to bed. The door's barred, and all that's left is to pull the lever. If he can wake up and defeat three angry troglodytes bare handed, then I might just let him live...





8th of Hematite

Summer has been uneventful lately. The trogs refused to kill the child, so I had to send the military in to kill them. So then I stuck the Blind Cave Ogre in there with the child. Even the ogre refused to harm him! What other proof do I need of this child's evil, when even the creatures of the deep see him as one of their own?


12th of Hematite

The human caravan arrived, and one of their guards got killed by a swarm of giant flies, which scared off their diplomat. I sent the men out to kill this grounded swarm, and they did, but it was too little too late. I just hope there's no political consequences for this...

21st of Hematite

We were attacked by a large group of giant flies and lice, and luckily the soldiers were already in the area and quickly dealt with them. But now the people have formed a large, static crowd outdoors. They're not throwing parties, praying, or going to guild halls. They're just standing outside in the rain. What's going on here??



27th of Hematite

OOC: Okay now I'm really worried. They've been standing there for two weeks spamming "felt vengeful when in combat" and cancelling jobs because of an agitated fly and they're all thirsty now. The one living fly that remains is staying still in one spot at elevation 60, out of range of the marksmen.

1st of Malachite

While trying to coax people back inside, Shorast threw another tantrum and killed three performers. Now he's a quintuple murderer that cannot be dealt with by dwarven law because of his age.



9th of Malachite

I don't get it. I really don't. Even the most dangerous and universally despised creatures refuse to touch this child! What evil has possessed our fortress? The people stay outside all day staring at the sun, and this child freely murders people in fits of demonic rage!



I think I've had enough. Instead of trying to coax the creatures of the deep to kill this demon, I'll keep him locked away in the limestone quarry. I'll have to find some more flux stone elsewhere to continue steel production, our troops may be armed with the finest swords but we're lacking in proper armor still!

Only partway through summer. I'll have the rest done soon!

[King Zultan]

Dang that kid has some rage, I'd say drop him into the caverns but he seems to be friends with everything down there.

[Lord_lemonpie]

I would like to preface this by saying that my last post was made without reading the rest of the thread. I had no idea what was gonna be dropped on my lap!

Spoiler: Overseer's Log, With A Side of Tears (click to show/hide)

I am Tonnot, ninety-eighth of my name. I have done my ancestors proud by producing a stellar piece of artwork and engineering in the form of the might artifact gem hatch, "Shecedthedak," and even now it keeps the horrors of the caverns at bay. It is the 107th year of our calendar, and I have watched the fortress of Irritan Anam grow for six of them.



The role of Overseer has passed through new hands every year, and now the honor is mine. I don't know why our king doesn't step up to lead. Something about being busy administrating the affairs of the realm, so now we have a bunch of other nobles visiting every so often.

1st of Granite

First order of business will be to quell the rabble-rousers. There's enough problems dealing with invaders and giant monsters, we can't have the people at each other's throats. It's a good thing that there's a few scapegoats that everyone agrees on. Shorast Amostser with eight counts of Disorderly Conduct, and Erush Rodumegel also with eight counts of Disorderly Conduct. And strangely enough, Dasmir, a human lady-consort, admitted to trying to steal an artifact. So she's going to the dungeon as well.

2nd of Granite

Oops, one of the guards decided to beat Dasmir to death with her bare hands. I hope this doesn't have political consequences.



Only a few hours later, a force of goblins has arrived! A group of six thieves and ten or so bowmen. They're easily seen off by our heavily armored infantry who suffered not even a scratch. The men tell me that even the giant flies were harrying them on their way out! Ha!

5th of Granite

There's been a recruitment drive! For all of these poets and bards that have been growing fat off of our generosity, it has come time to reap our harvest. If they truly wish to call themselves citizens of our great nation, then they must be willing to wield a sword and spill blood for it. I made two new infantry squads and a marksman squad and told them to get to training ASAP. I could've made a fourth with the left-over poets, but this should do for now. Hopefully the dining hall will be a bit quieter...




10th of Granite

Unruly children... Must I threaten them with a spell in the dungeon?



14th of Granite

An elven caravan has arrived, and so has a giant monster from the caverns!



It's occupying the same level as the previous dust-breathing monster, perhaps we will lose a rival in their confrontation?

20th of Granite

The king redirected an elf diplomat my way, and he threatens consequences if I cut down any more than five trees this year. I made sure to issue the order for those trees to be felled while the elves are leaving so they can watch.

22nd of Granite

The two forgotten beasts tangled with each other in a terrifyingly loud duel! In the end, it was a mutual kill as whatever their "deadly dust" was disintigrated both of their bodies. Perhaps the 2nd cavern layer should remain sealed off until a more engineering-oriented overseer can flood it and clean away the contamination.



26th of Granite

I've told the Mayor, Avuz to be our broker from now on. He might not be as skilled of an appraiser as As, but As has recently spent all of his time worshiping fervently, rather than working. We traded some rock crafts for some fruit. The Elves only had fruit and nuts on offer, so I'm not sure they could really back up their threats.

11th of Slate



Hmmm...



Justice served. I sicced a guard on her, and he broke her hands with that beat down.

16th of Slate

That 14 year old I arrested earlier just murdered another person and put two others in body casts. The others describe Shorast as "being in a constant state of internal rage." I need to get rid of this issue before this gets out of hand. He's only gonna be a better fighter the longer he does this!

5th of Felsite

Some thief tried getting away with an artifact, but drowned in the river. But now we can't actually get the artifact because no one can swim...

10th of Felsite

Fath Zanegoddom, creator of Atoltaran just killed a giant fly with her bare fists. Not just any giant fly, but Torchsounded, the bastard that's been breaking every other visitor's arm or leg for the past few months.

18th of Felsite

Welcome to the Limestone Quarry / Arena! It's under construction right now, but we already have our first contestant! It's none other than the double murderer, furious fourteen year old, Shorast Amostser! I told the kid that he has a new, bigger room with a mini menagerie of his own. He flipped me off and went to bed. The door's barred, and all that's left is to pull the lever. If he can wake up and defeat three angry troglodytes bare handed, then I might just let him live...





8th of Hematite

Summer has been uneventful lately. The trogs refused to kill the child, so I had to send the military in to kill them. So then I stuck the Blind Cave Ogre in there with the child. Even the ogre refused to harm him! What other proof do I need of this child's evil, when even the creatures of the deep see him as one of their own?


12th of Hematite

The human caravan arrived, and one of their guards got killed by a swarm of giant flies, which scared off their diplomat. I sent the men out to kill this grounded swarm, and they did, but it was too little too late. I just hope there's no political consequences for this...

21st of Hematite

We were attacked by a large group of giant flies and lice, and luckily the soldiers were already in the area and quickly dealt with them. But now the people have formed a large, static crowd outdoors. They're not throwing parties, praying, or going to guild halls. They're just standing outside in the rain. What's going on here??



27th of Hematite

OOC: Okay now I'm really worried. They've been standing there for two weeks spamming "felt vengeful when in combat" and cancelling jobs because of an agitated fly and they're all thirsty now. The one living fly that remains is staying still in one spot at elevation 60, out of range of the marksmen.

1st of Malachite

While trying to coax people back inside, Shorast threw another tantrum and killed three performers. Now he's a quintuple murderer that cannot be dealt with by dwarven law because of his age.



9th of Malachite

I don't get it. I really don't. Even the most dangerous and universally despised creatures refuse to touch this child! What evil has possessed our fortress? The people stay outside all day staring at the sun, and this child freely murders people in fits of demonic rage!



I think I've had enough. Instead of trying to coax the creatures of the deep to kill this demon, I'll keep him locked away in the limestone quarry. I'll have to find some more flux stone elsewhere to continue steel production, our troops may be armed with the finest swords but we're lacking in proper armor still!

Only partway through summer. I'll have the rest done soon!

Sheesh, that is one angry kid. Two more years and he'll make a fine militiaman

Also, Lord Lemonpie, please sign me up for another round.

Done! Anyone else?

[Ulebtatlosh]

Ha, didn't expect Iden to return. Broken hands seems like a fitting punishment, hopefully no more artifact crossbows will be stolen.
And what a child! I'm sure he'll do great things in the future...

Put me back on the list too then.

[tonnot98]

The story continues!

Spoiler: More violence! (click to show/hide)

11th of Malachite
Ulebtatlosh made a strange gesture at the dwarves outside, breaking whatever spell that they were entranced by. Now they're moving back indoors where they belong.
(OOC: I installed DFhack and used the exterminate command on the last fly. It appears to be a big error that others have been experiencing as well, like this guy yesterday. I hope that's fine, it seems silly to me to let 20+ dwarves die to such a dumb glitch.
https://www.reddit.com/r/dwarffortress/comments/10q7rkn/error_people_stuck_any_ideas/ )

17th of Malachite
The troubles of the surface have become too much to suffer. It is time we lock ourselves away from the giant flies, giant lice, and other creatures that harass us. The people are angry at the constant onslaught, and I must do what I can to calm them down. I'll have the miners dig an access ramp for a new trade depot. One that is wagon-accessible this time.



23rd of Malachite
It's finally done... The demon is dead! His rage was his downfall, and he attacked his roommate, the Giant Cave Spider. He didn't even get a scratch in, and now his body is bloated with the amount of venom he's been pumped with. I'll leave his body in that cave and engrave a slab for him in some dark corner. I'd hate to see what his ghost would do, after all!



Some of the previous overseers had some other ideas for this creature, but I think we're all better off without him.

1st of Limestone
Autumn is upon us, and so is a force of brainwashed dwarves! A force of marksdwarves (likely from some nearby conquered hillocks) marched on the gates. The old entrance(2) was locked and barred, so the enemy made their way to the newly opened ramp(1). When the scout reported that they had all passed the doorway, I unbarred it and had the captain of the guard and his men flank the enemy.



Even the Outpost Liaison got involved in the fighting, and got a lip bitten off for the trouble. There's been a few superficial wounds on the soldiers, but nothing serious. If I had finished producing the armor, there'd have been no wounds at all.

But there was a baby that got struck. I hope they'll be okay.



13th of Limestone

The dwarven caravan has arrived, with wagons full of goods! Not only that, but a mason has produced an amazingly masterful coffer from rock salt. I put it in the King's chambers, hopefully he'll stop complaining about having a poor bedroom.



We traded away bins full of crafts which I had improved by artfully setting gems. In return, we acquired a bunch of new clothes, some armor, weapons, books, scrolls, booze, and lots of wood.

12th of Sandstone

Now that the flying menace has gone away, I have allowed access to the surface again. The caverns have been quiet since the spring, so I will arrange for further exploration of that strange obsidian pillar. The first step is to create a proper staging area around it, so geysers cannot wash dwarves away, and so we can seal the caverns again with a single leve, in case any forgotten beasts come wandering by.

19th of Sandstone

As soon as I opened the doors to the 3rd layer, the various monster hunters that we allowed to stay here ran to explore it. I think the miners will appreciate the extra security.

22nd of Sandstone

One of those frightful bronze collosi showed up. Our military killed it without suffering a single wound. After it died, it took the shape of a different, frightening monster.



3rd of Timber

Apparently there was a forgotten beast in the first cavern. Didn't even notice it before the angry cave swallow birdmen took it down with their wooden spears. Some big snail with noxious secretions. Big whoop.

10th of Timber

Rather than strike at its core, I instruct the miners to channel it from top to bottom. I realize a small issue in this, as there's lots of pressurized water pockets. So after trying to make a drainage port, the miners unearth something unnatural.



At the same time, scouts reported some human traveler getting gored by angry unicorns on the surface. One of the monster slayers was actually able to kill this strange creature before the military was able to respond. It seems recruiting them was a worthwhile investment after all!

20th of Timber

The efforts in channeling are bearing fruit. We're able to extract gems and avoid dwarves being set on fire by the released magma. If there's any other monsters to be found, the military will be on standby to fight back. I'll be rotating squad stations every week.

27th of Timber

Some steam demon got released this time. The Violent Song dispatched it without any injury.



28th of Timber

More treasure of the gods! Since we've had a hard time keeping artifacts out of the hands of sticky-fingered thieves, I took the liberty of assigning this crossbow to to captain of Darts of Love.



In other news, the Unicorn herd I ordered to be destroyed managed to kill one of our human mercenaries by pushing him into a pond.

20th of Moonstone

Progress continues on the obsidian pillar at a steady rate. Suffered two casualties so far due to a minor cave in, the dust blasted two dwarves into an active lava flow. I currently have it set up so that the miners channel the edges of the pillar towards a bridge I built leading to the top. Stationed on the bridge is a squad of our brave soldiers, waiting for more monsters to rear their ugly heads.



Personally, I'm just enjoying the opportunity to cut these beautiful gems.

25th of Moonstone

A depressed poet snapped and went berserk. All year, they've been stumbling around obliviously. But they made the mistake of attacking active-duty military and got decapitated for their trouble.

28th of Opal

Lost two bowmen to a forgotten beast. It's stuck in a tree and they both drowned. The beast is still alive but isn't really an issue. In other news, the miners found two new treasures in the pillar: a divine lash, and a divine pickaxe. The people have some... mixed opinions about what omens these two might represent.

1st of Granite

My time as the Overseer of this grand fortress has come to a close. I've shaved away the top two layers of the obsidian pillar and stopped work to give time for the next overseer to get themselves situated. I've spent all year trying to produce more steel, and the smeltery finally completed my production order just a few days ago.



The orders for more armor go unfinished for now. Welp, this has been fun and frustrating. Time to inspect all of those gems we dug up!

Advice to the next overseer: The agitated wildlife on the surface is very problematic. I'd suggest killing them off as often as you can. Eventually, we can reach total site extinction. If your citizens get stuck in a fear loop because of a flying enemy, just use DFhack to exterminate the buggers. Also, exercise caution with the obsidian pillar. It's full of surprises.

https://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=16418

[Lord_lemonpie]

Thanks for playing, great turn! I'll message the next person on the list.

[Salmeuk]

admirable attempt to control the flying pest issue. who knew a giant fly might be such a paralyzing nuisance?

[tonnot98]

admirable attempt to control the flying pest issue. who knew a giant fly might be such a paralyzing nuisance?

I must've killed like 3 or 4 full swarms. DFwiki puts their pop at 5:20 so maybe soon we'll have made them extinct. But then there's always normal agitated birds that could do the same... I'm afraid we won't be free from this curse for a while.

[LeftHandofGod]

We have a GSC again! Quick, set up a web collecting facility immediately!

[Lord_lemonpie]

I haven't heard back from Noagga76, which means the turn passes on! I'm next on the list coincidentally so I'll take it over. If you still want to play please send me a PM, i'll get you back on the list!

Is there anyone that still wants to be dorfed?

[Salmeuk]

go ahead and re-dwarf me. survivor I am not, this game

[Lord_lemonpie]

Life. Such a fickle thing. Once, I had been alive. Now, I was dead. I had been so for quite some time. It is odd, to remember life, once one is dead. Much, I had forgotten. Even my name had been lost to history. Three years ago, I had fallen, in the rampage of a great forgotten beast. Suffocated in its webs. Even though I had forgotten much, in this unresting slumber, the fortress I had founded had not forgotten me. Many statues of me lined the stockpiles, most of them depicting either my ascension to the position of expedition leader or my tearful withdrawal from the role. Now, I had no feelings for such trivial things. Yet, I still had not truly died. Something kept me bound to this place. A sense of duty, perhaps? As the new year dawned, and the goblin horns of war had sounded from the west, something had stirred within my tomb. What that had exactly been was still up for debate between me and the living world.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

An unmarked corpse, whose name had somehow been forgotten to time


Lord_lemonpie, still bearing her name, as she founded the fortress


The stone accompanying the tomb of this fallen overseer


The horns that sounded to awake this spirit

My spiritual presence floated through the fortress, much bigger now than I had left it behind. Much more chaotic, much more crowded. It pleased me to see the fortress flourish, but I also felt a displeasure at the excesses I saw. The fortress was full of bards, poets and dancers. Useless parasites. The dead need silence to rest truly. Something which had become impossible with all these artists, that tended  to visit the tombs to compose their "emotional" songs, recitals and performances once they had experienced the slightest "trauma". An unbecoming lifestyle in the fortress. There, I swore to take revenge, or at least make them useful.

As I continued my travels upwards, passing the quarters of the new king Uvash, I continued towards the hospital. There, another spirit, just like mine, greeted me. Salmeuk. He had also been awakened by Gods know what. Probably the latest bard screeching some abhorrent song about how terrifying it was to see the corpse of some lowly eagle man festering away. Next to the spirit of Salmeuk, a more horrifying scene. One of the fortress' doctors had acidentally cut himself with one of the newly forged, razor-sharp steel scalpels that had just been added to the hospital stocks. He was bleeding out. We could do very little, from the spirit world. Yet Salmeuk had hatched a plan. He would take over the weakened body of this doctor, enter it through the bleeding wound, and heal it from the inside. Of course, not without reward: he would secure a place in the brain of this new body, commandeering it so to speak. I agreed this was a fine plan, as a doctor like this was essential to the running of the fortress. And so, Ïngiz Tulonìlal was reborn as "Salmeuk II". Let's hope some of this doctors medical skills are preserved as his body is taken over.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Salmeuk II, risen from the death, a great doctor in the fortress of Irritan Anam

I too would have to find a new host then. The fortress could use a "return to old management", in my opinion. I floated further, passing areas of the fortress that started to look more familiar. Built in my time of life. Some even under my command. It was not long before I arrived at the surface, where I noticed an impressive military awaiting the goblin siege. Bloodshed would indubitably occur. The perfect opportunity for me to find a new host. I peered through the walls, expecting to see a tide of green. I was quite surprised to see but half a dozen soldiers of a variety of races climb around some trees. They had beaten some visiting bard to death in the branches, and now seemed unsure how to come down. Is this what had become of the once proud goblin nation? Embarassing. A lone human crossbowman had refused to climb the tree, and now charged towards the fortress, where some forty heavily armed soldiers waited for him. The battle was over in a flash. The human's body so destroyed in the carnage that taking it over would not have worked. And even if it would have, the army would have struck me down in an instant again. I looked at the killer of the soldier. His body intact. But the act of killing another sapient had created a tiny cut in his soul. Right over a similar sized scar. A weakness. A way in. I did not think twice. This soldier, if truly loyal, would understand the necessity of this. I dashed into his body, and before he could even comprehend what had happened, his own soul had been.... evicted.

This was my body now.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

A pitiful display. This should not have been enough to constitute an ambush, let alone a siege


My opinions on the goblins had never been that high. But this was a truly idiotic display, embarrassing to watch. We will have our revenge for this insult to our military


The sole "brave soul" of the company, running to a swift death


Astesh is no more. Rise for your new overseer!

[tonnot98]

Oh dear, I knew I should've been more proactive about those memorials!

[Lord_lemonpie]

It was not long before I realized that the body I'd taken over had once belonged to a bard. A truly horrifying realisation. It delighted me however that one of the previous overseers had put our excess of artists to good use, and drafted a fair few of them into the military. This inspired me somewhat. After convincing the fellow members of the leaderless fortress that their once-dead overseer had returned and was here to take back leadership with some ghastly eye-glowing tricks and trivia only the oldest inhabitants of the fortress knew (daeizer was quite surprised when I described to him in detail how our wagon had careened off the mountainside with him in it as we started our embark), I settled in my old quarters, cracked my knuckles and prepared for an overhaul of the fortress.

Only to be rudely interrupted by an astonishing cacophony of sounds from all of the breached cave layers.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

A trio of doom approaches

Nothing to worry about, however. All cavern layers had been sealed. Only the second layer had some issue, with the seal in question consisting of two forbidden doors. That wouldn't do. I sent out a squadron to take care of Lidod, and they swiftly ran into the caverns. To my surprise, however, the deer-monster did not bolt for the opened doors as I expected. It instead, submerged itself in a murky pool, out of reach of our military. They stood befuddled, looking at the beast, not realizing its malevolent plan. Through some foul magic, the massive abomination crawled through our sleek well, ending up at the farms. Some foolish bard and a worthless child came to be its victims, before the bumbling menagerie of idiots we refer to as our army realized the creature had already entered. Lashings for all of them.

Meanwhile, on the surface, a scholar is brawling with a goblin snatcher. The weather is mild with a forecast of raining teeth. Another of our squads came to finish of the green criminal, but the damage is already done. I have mockingly started calling the scholar "Sazkul the Toothless", and those in the fortress that agree with my vision have taken to the name as well. She was quick to leave the fortress after that. Let us hope she won't pursue a career in dentistry.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

The beast Lidod, inside our fortress, as the guard tries figuring out where it has dissappeared to


Sazkul the Toothless, saved from her own foolishness by the guard

The populace has been rowdy. Brawls break out now and then, or furniture is untastefully rearranged. In the last brawl, the king got involved. Instead of helping to break it up, as expected of a noble of such high rank, he instead took out his anger on some unsuspecting dog. The poor creature later succumbed to its injuries, but of course, there is naught to be done when one of such high stature commits an act that would otherwise be punishable. I sent the fortress guard to break up the fight instead, and it seemed to fizzle away at their arrival.

My plan to draft more artists into a squad has had mixed success. A lowly-guarded goblin fortress lies nearby, and I was planning to subjugate it using these artists as catapult-fodder. Their horrid singing and suggestive hip-thrusts would be better used to torture some poor, unwilling goblin population. Twice, however, they have refused subjugation, so I have instead sent the squad to raid. See if they still resist so fiercely once their food is stolen and their guard robbed of their weapons. 

Our outer defenses need work too. I have assigned diggers to flatten a large piece of mountainside, so we can reinforce it in case of sieges. I have... ambitious plans for the area.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

A random hallway-brawl, which seem to be common occurences nowadays. Main causes: poetry diss battles between incompetent bards.


What chance stands a lowly beast before the fists of a king?


A letter declining my generous terms of unconditional surrender. The fools will pay dearly


Plans showing where to dig in the side of the mountain.

I have noticed the body resisting my presence. From the inside, I have been clawing at the soul further, trying to rend it apart. And even though it has started to fray at the edges of my entry point, its ethereal essence is surprisingly sturdy. I have needed to resort to other methods to stay in this world, in this fortress. This fortress that rightfully belongs to me. Our flock of sheep has been incredibly bountiful the last few years. The blood of rams and lambs will have to serve to tie me to this world. I have decided to regularly bathe in it, though few know this. The butchers complain about their increased workloads, and the bookkeeper has mentioned that so much meat is being processed that the cooks have no time to salt and preserve it before it rots away. I care little. Let the bards do it. As a reward, they may use the fragile intestines as strings for their instruments. I must remain in this world.

A week ago, I awoke. Surrounded by people. Friends of the old owner of this body. They looked frightened. I am suspecting this body is using my time in the realm of dreams for its own purposes. Seeking help.

Yesterday, I awoke with Rith Asmeledtûl on my bedside, preforming some frightened sham of an exorcism at my bedside. Some irrelevant stonecutting wench, who had been the closest friend of the previous inhabitant of this shell. She had been erratic for weeks, and was now trying to get rid of me. Of ME! The fortress guard was loyal to me. It took me less than an hour to pass legislation increasing the quality of their weaponry, and framing Rith for 8 counts of disorderly conduct. Some of them even had witnesses. I laughed, as they dragged her away. She would never bother me again. No one would.

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Sacrifices MUST be made


A mountain of paperwork, condemning my enemy to a beating and a hunderd days in prison.


I ensured none would come to visit her burial