A scribbled diary entry, torn from the book it was originally kept inI was taking a break from my labours and getting some fresh air outside when it happened. Perhaps it was the scorching sun on my brow, or dehydration, or an aftereffect from an off batch of ale, but I was strolling along the southern wall when suddenly a wave of dizziness hit me. Before I knew it, I was falling towards a messy patch of stonework, random stones of various types plonked in any old how - very messy, not like our usual work. Only as I fell, it seemed that time slowed... the pattern beneath in the stones seemed to make sense, as if I could read it... it formed itself into words that wreathed around me and burned themselves into my mind, before the words became flames, grower ever brighter and hotter... until suddenly I woke, as someone chucked a bucket of water over me, and they dragged me into the shade.
I am fortunately uninjured from the fall, but I am greatly troubled by this vision. What could it mean? What horrors await us? Or am I worrying about nothing, and just need to spend more time underground like a sensible dwarf?
If this is a message, who to tell? The fortress is mayorless, after that old nutcase got killed by the goblins, and I'm not strongly affiliated with any of the various factions vying for control.
Should I tell Aryn? He's too caught up in his own schemes to pay any attention, unless whatever comes might slow down his work schedule. Someone in the military? These days, all most of them care about is that Dodik-Come-Lately's stays open. Stravitch? He'd just grunt and fondle his beloved mace. Perhaps Bertrand - he always seems to have an answer for any question, but he's occupied by some secret project at the moment, and probably has his mind on higher things.
No, I need advice from someone not caught up in the petty politics of this place. This is a clear warning about a threat to the survival of all of us. I shall go to the Temple and pray for guidance. Perhaps Kuli will also be there to offer some advice on the vision I had.
beware bigger foes come
OOC: Given I'm a latecomer, I don't technically have a dwarf in the fortress to have written this message - is there an unclaimed Zefonist sitting around? If not, I'm sure we can work it into some existing Zefonist's life...
[ June 08, 2008: Message edited by: Jools ]