Ardentdikes: 1 | Goblins, Lava and Trolls: 0
There were 19 migrants, including a child and several decent fighters. NightmareBros is a Stoneworker of skill and renown, and Xenos is an Warrior-Engineer-in-Training. If anyone else wants a dwarf there are plenty to go around.
I'm happy we're all having fun
Playing this fort, you see how much effort was put into it by the previous overseers, and it's duly impressive. I raise my orthoclase goblet to you all.
Also: I can't make Urist McDuck a noble. According to the game he's no longer a civ member.
However he still counts among the fort population and he's still in charge of his own one-dwarf squad. It's a little odd.
It's been five minutes and I already hate this place.
We were told before we left that the fort had seen some trouble, but this is less a fort than a battlefield. Walking past the pool of lava, we entered into an obscene tomb adorned with gibbets of flesh and troll blood.
Cattenborush took one step through the front gate and walked away from us, gibbering. Can't say I blame the chap.
He strode directly into what the paperwork refers to as "Lesser Ardentdikes," and he's been busy at work ever since. I'm pleased with his initiative.
This totally original and novel rendition of a human taming eagles will go in our entrance hall, so that everyone who comes here can bask in its creative daring.
Unless I'm very much mistaken, a silk robe is hovering in the sky above us of its own accord. I... I was not expecting that. I'm wondering if we can fetch it down with a stick or something.
See, that's what I love about life. It always hits you with the unexpected.
(furious scribbling)
We are under siege. The soldiers are already on their way. Who in Sirab's name is that?
!!
We ran for our lives. We are holed up in the entrance hall, waiting for them, arming ourselves with what we can. The trolls have broken down our door.
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Stewing it in, spreading it until it saturates all thought, as they do, Goblins see death from a unique vantage point. It is the means and the end, to them.
We fought the trolls in the entryway, while outside the goblins fell under attack by traps that, beforehand, we knew nothing about. We won the day, but it cost poor Medtob his life, when he was gored in the chest after fighting unarmored. I'll really miss that stupid idiot.
With the attackers repelled, we can get to work rebuilding this place.
There are a few fires to put out...
I'm really thinking of packing up and heading home. But that would mean losing my beard. To blazes with
that.* * *
Deduk's Journal, 24th GraniteAfter a couple of these bumpkins threw a stick at me, I decided a more direct approach could be afforded. I found the leader of this bunch, one "Sethud," while he was taking a walk by himself 'round the courtyard.
I glided down from the top of the wall and stopped in front of him, wearing my robe. The fellow nearly fainted.
"Who -- what," he gasped as he clutched his tunic.
Do not be afraid, I tried to say. But no words could come out.
I took some parchment and graphite out of my pocket. "Don't be scared of me," I wrote.
When he had managed to gain some composure, he asked for my name. After a long discourse, he was aware of who I was, how I died, how all this had happened, and where to find the missing fortress documents and the logs of the previous overseers. In exchange, I need only answers.
"Do not kill Urist," I implored. "Trap him. Imprison him. Seal him away forever if you must. But deal with him. I fear you'll be killed if you don't."
Sethud agreed, and we've parted ways for now. I will watch, and wait.
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