10th Hematite, Summer 147
Another siege has fallen upon Lancerworks; once again, from the goblins, though possibly of a different civilization. “We have contact” with two of them, but I can never keep them straight. One is the Equal Dungeons. They sound rough, but not to much of a worry. The other is the wordy menace. I think they’re the ones that fire paperwork at us asking us if we “consent to being sieged.” They normally siege us regardless of answer, though.
Incidently I had the main entrance re-routed so that enemies coming through the main gate we actually come within range of our catapult and ballista. It was not a large change; just a few ramps and stairs. Basically, wagons will get to the depot faster, Donnegan will be able to get to his room during a siege, and the siege weapons will see more use. In fact, I think we may have to test them out.
On a side note, Glacies jumped in the artificial lake. Though it may be tasteless, I must say I am glad about that. I have been worried the dead might start rising soon to continue their rampages of grief. We don’t have to worry about that with Glacies, of course. One of the maddened furnace operators went a step further, ha, and jumped into the chasm.
Incidently, I write this in bed, as some guard had the nerve to beat me with his axe during a tantrum. I have ordered all fortress guards to go unarmed.
18th Hematite, Summer 147
Today is a sad day. Though the siege has ended, one of our warriors, Kol the axedwarf, has died – not by the hands of goblins, but at the hands of our own ambitions. He fell in the artificial lake whilst attempting to dodge a foe’s blade. He had been fairing fairly well until then, as he had been surrounded, on his own, by at least six goblins; among them a legendary lasher. There was not even a single mark on him. He did not deserve such a death. I have ordered that there be a system constructed so that the lake can be drained if necessary, at which time we will also develop ways to improve the lake’s drainage for such emergencies.
Okay, this is really weirding me out. Does my writing seem excessively morbid?