10th Slate Today I bumped into Dopefish, one of the previous rulers of the tower.
"Hello, Valter. Say, I heard we're under new management."
"Umm. Yeah, that's me."
"Really? It's been a month already, and besides a couple more goblins festering on our doorway and a healthy block surplus, nothing's really happened."
"Well, I dunno. Maybe I'll try... uhh.... You know, I have some mining to do. I'll be right back."
He clearly recognized that I was trying to escape, but he had to get the last word.
"Just don't mine west in the lower areas."
"What? Why not?"
"Well, there's usually one thing that you don't try to mine towards in a mountain. What do you think it is?"
"Wait wait wait. We have adamantine!? This could solve everything! Mwuahaha!"
"....dang it. I think it's time I tried running away again..."
30th Slate
The surviving prior or current overseers crowded around the hastily cut wall.
"No doubt about it. See that light blue pound sign? That's Adamantine for sure!"
"...What?"
"Never mind. Anyway, what do you think we should do about it?"
Dopefish burst into the tiny shaft now.
"Don't mine it out! You fool, you'll kill us all! There's not behind that frail wall but death! Death and Torture await us all!"
"He does have a point" Lokum added. "They say that stuff's cursed. We're likely to be up to our heads in demons if we open that motherlode up."
*Sigh*. They did not share my dreams of grandeur. However, I could not very well disagree with their points. I had heard the stories too. "Very well. We'll leave it here for now. I guess I'll have to work on plan B instead."
15th Hematite
Plan B is well underway. No tower can properly be called a tower if it doesn't have any vertical height to it! I intend to bring this fortress up, up into the clouds themselves. by the end of my year as overseer, the spire should reach beyond the mountains north of us. Then we may truly be proud of ourselves.