This is my first community fortress.
Feel free to request a dwarf!The Journals of Arc Darkhelm, miner, diplomat and follower of the mountain warrior god Dolek.Entry 5002.So they've finally done it. They've banished me.
I worked so hard for them, digging out grand chambers and handling those angry human diplomats that nobody else could,
but I was doomed from the day the king decided that he didn't like me.
They're sending me off to the same forsaken place that claimed my friends last year.
Of course, this isn't really a "banishment", no, I'm being sent there to "re-establish the outpost for the glory of all dwarvenkind".
Utter elf-crap.
At least the name is fitting.. Even in the face of death, my friends had a sense of humour.
Ushilgor Zarut in the old tongue.
"The Ice-Pit of Insanity."
We're not going to survive the winter.
I'm gonna go see who my "party" is made up of.
I've got the official list here.
-Arc (Miner)
-Ravus (Crossbowdwarf)
-Faylone (Farmer)
-Nimbus (Carpenter)
-Anticheese (Miner)
-Fedaykin (Pump operator)
-Shoudai (Mason)
What exactly do they think we're going to do with a carpenter and a farmer in the middle of an icy wasteland?
Could always use them for food, I suppose...
At least I'm not stuck with the soapers, they were just told to go out and explore the countryside as adventurers.
Honestly, who needs soapers anyway? What a pointless profession.
I'm going to sleep. We embark tomorrow.
Entry 1.I've decided to start a new journal and leave my old one behind. at least that way someone might remember me after I'm frozen solid.
The other party members practically pulled me out of my bed this morning, seems that they're actually eager to go. There's something wrong with 'em for sure.
I discovered today that they all have some basic military training, so at least we're not going to be eaten on the way.
The others are off saying goodbye to their loved ones, we'll be embarking within the hour.
Entry 2.It took a long time, but we finally arrived.
It wasn't hard to spot once we were there, due to the bones and rotting flesh scattered all about the lone obsidian cap in the ice.
What exactly happened here? No report was ever made, although we did find the body of an axedwarf near the cap, still clutching his axe, his torso crushed horribly and stabbed with someone else's rib.
I don't really want to think about what could have gotten him. I'm just hoping that it doesn't come back.
After ensuring that there was nothing alive on the surface, we descended into the obsidian fortress, weapons at the ready.
Although we didn't find anything hostile, the layout of the place was horrid enough.
It was obviously very quickly carved, some parts not making much sense at all. We guessed that the previous owners of this place were trying to melt out water for drinking.
We're just settling in.
I'm sitting on my bed in the sleeping quarters, updating this thing while I have the chance before we return to work.
The others don't look too happy anymore. I guess they've realised how grim our situation is.
It's time to get back to work. We're going to try to set up farms by channeling magma underneath the ice. This may take a while.