Journal of Overseer Creiydrek Yearrings, Excerpts
HematiteIt's so hot and sticky that all the other dwarves have begun to copy my recent uptake of nudism.
Correction,
almost all of them. The soldiers refuse to be defenseless, even though they're off-duty.
I'm not normally one for immodesty but my definition of normal has been so far stretched that it's cracked and splintered beneath the weight of this horrible fetid ocean we can't even swim in because we'd rather be hot and sticky and naked than wade in that filth, not that any of us are good swimmers anyway and I think I'm starting to ramble so I'm going to lay down for a while before I totally lose myself.
I'm not telling them to do this. You'd think we're out of clothes, but there are decent clothes scattered throughout the fort that once belonged to dead dwarves, and there's a great deal of brand new beautifully dyed clothes that the elves brought. It's like the game saw where all this was going and just said 'screw it' and applied the Stark Raving Mad undressing routine across the entire fort to get it out of the way early. Except that the dwarves have clothes in their rooms and some of them are taking jobs to store them in personal containers. In short, they have clothes, but they don't want to wear them. No negative thoughts about nakedness so far.
Feeling a bit better today. I still dread waking, but at least I'm thirsty for booze again.
Right before lunch I saw a fight break out in the dining hall. I didn't even know Tulon was still alive.
Yes, it seems that two years old is old enough to both comprehend the deaths of your parents
and identify the nearest defenseless psychotic to take it out on. Bravo, little Edzul. She'll make a fine warrior if she lives long enough to grow up. Incidentally, her father happens to be the late baby-puncher.
Fortunately for her, Sigun is too busy hauling monkey bones to kill children.
3rd HematiteThis evening we found Matuin dead and withered about forty feet away from the booze stockpile. Where is the justice?
6th HematiteI worry that I'm losing my mind. My thoughts keep turning to very dark corners, especially those for the doctor Meng. I catch myself dreaming up ways to torment him. I decided to take a walk through Upper Battlefailed to clear my head. What was I thinking?
I noticed, during my trip, that an outrageously ornate tomb had been built for our late child prodigy. While such waste of space may have been permissible during Battlefailed's better days (oh gods how I miss them), recent events have forced on us a more practical approach. I have no qualms about the child keeping his burial chamber, but it needs to be designated for more coffins.
After being caught in a rainstorm, Edzul threw a tantrum and started battering another one of the mindless dwarves. She's quite strong for a toddler, but I really hope she calms down. I can't protect her from Sigun if she starts beating down on the sane ones.
Her entire family is dead except for her comatose brother, the poor dear. I think I'll take her under my wing. The lass needs guidance, maybe a puppy, and perhaps a new bedroom with some groundhog cages. What little 'un doesn't like groundhogs?
I went to the mayor to discuss the adoption procedures, but she was incensed about her 'numbness' (that's all she would say) and was hurrying off to the hospital to get checked at. Yes, Mayor, I'm certain the good doctor will be able to assist you.
Just let me know when you're ready to punch him and I'll hold him down for you.
9th HematiteI have discovered the source of the smell coming from the northern room in the main hall.
Someone has placed several undead animals in this otherwise empty room for some purpose I cannot imagine. If they were trying to set a trap for the caravans, they chose a rather oblong approach.
Our butcher has assumed a colorful new title and identity. He can call himself whatever he likes, but he's still just a butcher.
In the meantime, our horrified mayor's condition worsens. To my astonishment, the doctor has not had a chance to check in with her. I'm unsure why I keep calling him a doctor.
13th HematiteI fear the miners in the Arena are truly beyond our reach, temporally speaking. The one higher in the air is occupying the same space as a solid pillar in a clear violation of all known physics. Perhaps they are ghosts, trapped between worlds, or something worse. Whatever the case, I've gone back to the drawing board.
Regarding the arena, there are six levers by the front door and nobody knows what they do. I've resisted the temptation to determine their function as I'm convinced one of them opens the monster cages I mentioned earlier.
Tulon the former Battle Mayor has starved to death. He's the first person to die from something other than thirst in recent memory so I've decided to throw a party in the dining room tomorrow. Otik knows we need the morale boost.
14th HematiteOh, come on, guys...
Really? The Elf corpses were never removed from the Depot? They were just shoved under the loading platform and now the entire hall smells worse than the Blueness itself? When I find that peasant I'm going to throttle him.
You know what? I don't care. The party's on.
16th HematiteTurns out I won't have to make that quiver I was never going to make. In an upset victory, Twobeard has been elected mayor of the fort. I guess that change of identity served him well. Understandably, it's so hard to stand out when you share a first name with the badaxe Captain of the Guard:
Oh my good gods
I strictly forbade Cerol from playing in the corpse pile ever again.
19 HematiteI have personally determined the cause of the mysterious outbreak of numbness.
I suppose we deserve it for walking around barefoot everywhere, but who in their right mind leaves a pile of numbing dust* in a pathway for someone else in their right mind to step in? Who indeed. I got better, no thanks to the redoubtable doctor.
* evidently, one of the forgotten beasts has produced voluminous quantities of cocaine.
One of the lookouts saw Erib drop dead outside our gate, so we opened it to retrieve his body and Kubuk added another monster to his kill record.
23rd HematiteAll but two of the wounded and all of the mad dwarves have perished. We are down to twenty-nine, and the halls are quieter than ever. Okit knows if we don't have something to be happy about there soon won't be anyone left with their senses so my plan for the coming month is to address everyone's personal requests and see if we can't hold out until help arrives. Either that, or we'll have our final days as pleasant as possible.
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