Sorry for my absence, I had some unavoidable business with the family.
I'll update the player list in a moment. After which I'll give you the writeup.
ArkDelgato: I hope you've succesfully loaded the save. It is as [deleted] described.
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Angry scribblings found in a diary, marked only as "Nahkh the Magnificent - Hands off!". The markings are undated.
THE NERVE OF THOSE INSIPID PENCIL-PUSHERS! Exile? ME? They are truly off their beards. Was it not I, Nahkh the First, who designed the Thrice Layered Waterfall? The Thundering Halls? The Portrait of Urist Girdleloined, carved into the very foundations of our now-greater mountainhomes? YES. They dare accuse me of causing the Central Corridors to flood every 33 minutes, and that the Thundering Halls cause permanent ear damage. Bah! That weaver has already recovered partial hearing. Permanent my hairy arse. Who was he anyway, the son of a baron? oh yeah he was. But the claim that my so far Grandest Design of the Portrait substantially weakened the foundations? Elfshit. Pure elfshit. "Load-bearing pillar". Bah.
But it Cannot Be Helped. I am sent to exile. And JUST as I had completed the plans of my Magnum Opus, my Absolute Masterpiece. The Skull of Sages. Such perfection I can hardly believe it myself. But these buffoons are now preventing me from completing my Masterpiece.
Undated markings
I have heard the final judgement. They are ordering me into exile to the butt-end of nowhere. The border of a desolate swamp, called the Jungle of Skulls. Ahhah. They are sending six other dwarves with me. The official explanation is that we're being sent to build a new outpost. Bah. They're just trying to placate me. As if I would forget the public humiliation. CURSE THEM ALL TO HELL.
The good news is that they have (justly) given ME the leadership over these wretched morons. Hopefully there is a suitale cliff nearby that I can complete my Magnum Opus, even if in exile. They'll regret sending me away after THAT. I could even build myself a nice little empire. Hah, King Nahkh, how about that.
1st Granite, 101.
It seems that all the gods of the deep have cursed me. There is not a spot of elevated ground ANYWHERE in sight. CURSE YOU! I'm doomed to misery it seems.
I ordered the constructions of a shelter near our wagons. The area seems peaceful enough, but I'm sure once the goblins hear of MY presence they'll be sending troops to capture me. As if I would EVER design anything for those wretched things. Let them wallow in their own muck.
3rd Granite, 101.
GENIUS! I can't believe I didn't think of this before. We don't need a cliff, we can MAKE one. I have two semi-capable miners at my disposal, and they'll do everything I tell them to. BWAHAHAHAHA! I dug out my old blueprints, The Skull of Sages will be built!
5th Granite, 101.
I've heard some grumbling from the miners. They seem to be discontent with their lot, digging for my Magnum Opus. The ignorant louts. Fortunately I was able to invent a plausible excuse with my brilliant mind. I told them it was my intention to build our new home deep underground, and we were simply building a suitable entrance. They seemed content and went on their merry way. My I'm so stunningly smart.
6th Granite, 101.
It seems like I'm even smarter than I thought. The home deep underground is a BRILLIANT idea. No more of this horrid sunlight. It's making me nauseous.
Undated markings, smudged with tears.
DISASTER! Oh woe is me. How rotten can one stunningly smart and handsome dwarfs luck get? Of all places, we have hit adamantite. ADAMANTITE. Oh hell, once word gets out to the mountainhomes, they'll surely send more people here and depose me of my position of power. This can't be happening. MY MAGNUM OPUS.
More undated markings
After I calmed down I formulated a plan. There are only seven of us. No-one needs to find out that we've struck adamantite. Yes, that is what I'll do. I'll hide it. I'll have my minions hide it within our base, and we'll keep away from the mercants. BRILLIANT. Bah, I'm surprised that the miners even recognized the adamantite. It's not like they've ever seen it up close. And it's only a small vein, hardly worth reporting, right?
Undated markings, but obviously much later
So far the construction is going as planned. I had the woodworker build us a small common room to sleep in while we build. The farmers are hard at work with the temporary farms. I can't have my minions starve to death, building my Magnum Opus myself would take too long. So far we've seen no sign of immigrants, which is perfect. I can't have anyone snooping around. I await the liaison with dread. I don't really have any good excuse to stop him from snooping around. It's his job to inspect the fort, after all...
Winter, 101
I've lost count of days by now, but it hardly matters. My Magnum Opus is nearly complete. The parts that are complete look beautiful. Truly, the gods have blessed me with an overabundance of talent. I'm even beginning to like this place. No naysayers, I get to my own (and others') boss. Total creative freedom. Truly, the gods have favored me.
Even the liaison didn't seem that interested in our fort. He just did the bare minimum, trying to get me to sign a trading contract. As if I would ever stoop to haggling like that. I waved him away. He looked upset but he had other forts to inspect before the winter.
Spring, 102
Complete! BEAUTY. I have no other word for it. If should die in my tragically young age, I could die content in knowing that future generations would honor my name.
And the fortress itself... Well, the miners were eager to dig further so I let them. I'm currently drawing up a quick blueprint for the place. After all, I can't let those diletants dig whatever they like. That would be... unseemly.
Late spring, 102
Disaster, again. We struck adamantite once more. A larger cluster this time. Right in the middle of our apartment complex. This is going to take more time to cover up. But at least my Magnum Opus is built, so it's all right I guess.
I've ordered the miners to build me an office and some reasonable quarters. They're still very barren, I'll have to rectify that later.
We've moved much of our stocks down into the fortress proper, but so far we haven't gotten the farms up yet. We're setting up a reservoir to handle irrigation but our mechanic keeps messing up with the floodgates. Oh well. At least we're not going to starve anytime soon.
13th Slate,102
I'm ruined. RUINED. Our king arrived today. Why me.
He, and nineteen other ART HATERS arrived today. With incessant demands, and ordering me about. Oh how I long for the quieter days of simplicity. Just me, a handful of assistant, and a world-sized canvas. Alas, it was not to be.
Fortunately for me, the king seems content in his adamanite-walled rooms. Such simple tastes. I cannot fathom. We did have to build him a vault to keep his things in. To make matter worse, he ordered me, ME personally, to build him enough coffers and armor stands to fill the entire vault. Like I was some common... mason. I had no choice, but sooner or later I will rise back up. THIS IS MY FORTRESS DAMNIT.
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