25th Moonstone. This disease is spreading it appears. It seems as though I may have to quarantine all of the sufferers, unfortunately. I might have to seal off the hospital ,as most of the sufferers are bedridden there and cannot leave. We’ll have to draw up plans to dig a new hospital site.
28th Moonstone. Two fine dwarves succumbed to infection brought about by this mystery disease this weekend. The quarantine plans are going forth as soon as we can.
7th Opal. There are now twenty souls and many animals sealed into what was once the hospital. I hope that this is the right thing to do. If this does not stop the spread of the disease, then we may be done for. Word of this disaster is sure to get back to our Queen, as our mountain liason witnessed much of the suffering.
14th Opal. We lost our best miner to fever and infection this morning. We are all praying that this does not spread to us all ! Evening. I just received word that a past overseer or Ardentdikes, Lafiel the child, succumbed to infection this afternoon. We shall give her a grand funeral.
22nd Opal. At least some news that is not bad. Sodel the craftdwarf has barricaded himself into a workshop in a creative frenzy and has promised to create an artifact to celebrate my reign here so far. I wonder how you depict miasma in wood or stone ?
6th Obsidian. It’s a phyrric victory, but the plateau of the underground caverns are now sealed off from the rest of them. Now we have a safe source of timber, whenever we have need. I noticed Sodel sauntering atound this afternoon. I inquired of him what artifact he had crafted. He reluctantly showed me it. It was a plain bracelet, made from the bone of the beast who caused all of this misery. A worthless trinket. I ordered him flogged.
10th Obsidian. Rimtar the mayor came to me today, very unhappy. His pet dog had succumbed to infection. I hope he does not start taking his despair out on his subordinates. It could lead to bad times ahead, if he does. Finally the miasma has disappeared from the palace.
28th Obsidian. I have not recorded much this month as I have not been feeling myself. My stomach has felt awful, I do hope that I have not caught this mystery affliction. I shall have to drag myself out of bed for the first time this week, in a few days, as the Queen is sending down an emissary to asses the situation here. Word of this vile disease must have got back to her. The omens could be bad.
1st Granite. Alas I am to relieved of my duties here at Ardentdikes. My reputation is in tatters, and worst of all, I am to stay here to look after the Diseased and invalids. I wish my successor well, and bid them good luck. They shall need it.