MapSaveAfter the great battle with the goblins that lasted through the winter and part of spring, Doomy was no longer fit to lead Angelsmash to it's destiny of great glory. In fact she was stark raving mad. My host body had also died in the fighting and I had no course but to possess a new body to complete my plans. Recognizing the power vacuum left by Doomy's sudden resignatoin, I started giving orders before anyone realized what was going on and established myself in a position of power. I reviewed some of the blueprints of the fortress and all I can say is that hoo boy this place sure is a mess.
Progress is being made. I've supervised the construction of some roofed over farm plots for aboveground farms and started digging out my suite on the lower levels. We have started establishing a foothold in the underground and I have plans to capture the Giant Cave Spider that is rumoured to be lurking down there. Also I have ordered some coffins made and placed in one of the empty rooms I have now designated as the crypts so that we can bury those brave dwarves that perished during the epic struggle with the goblins. I myself am becoming proficient with a pick, there being no healthy miners left after the fighting I was forced to take up the duty. I also became the resident engraver and have done some animal training.
Success! We have captured the giant cave spider! Work is taking place on a elaborate silk farm to harvest it's valuable bounty and work on my other projects also continue. There have been some goblin ambushes but improved defenses were able to deal with them. We have traded with various caravans for goods using stone crafts that we churn out the whole time. Elk birds are a bit of a nuisance underground. I wonder if they can be tamed? Naked mole dogs also present possibilities.
I have ordered the construction a grand execution tower to kill our goblin prisoners of war in a suitable gruesome fashion. The silk farm is a success and my quarters are complete.
Damn stupid hallucinating dwarves. They awakenend me form a wonderful nap to tell me that the had discovered a hug feathered leech the expelled poisonous vapours in the lower caverns. I told them to lay off the plump helmet wine and let me get back to sleep. After seeing the thing destroy two of our war dogs we had chained up outside I had to admit that it was horrifyingly real. There have been some mutters among the peasantry that it is a punishment sent by Armok for following my orders. MY ORDERS!!! ME!!! DEMONIC SPOON!!!! GREATEST DWARF TO EVER LIVE! ThE FoOlS tHeY will PAY foR tHEir iNSOlence!!!!!!
The rest of the journal is mostly insane ramblings about the great of one Demonic Spoon.
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