17th Hemetite, 1074 - Early Summer
One of my fellow soldiers has become obsessive over his sword to the point he named it!Good thing its made out of the magical blue stuff, rather then something wooden or copper. I made a unit generator for Operation UTW in the southern sections of the workshops. It'll take past my time perhaps to have enoguh units. In other news, the workshops are all cleaned up now, free of the pile of rock hanging around. Construction of the arena hasn't been started, and neither has the gathering of the great blue stuff. What are our beloved miners doing? Theyre storing things in bins, stockpiles and barrels. Who gave our miners, our demigods of stone, the worthless job of hauling!? Drop everything but your pick and trousers miners, your going on a mining spree! I've also edited the final design of the arena after seeing it again in the engraving I placed above. Construction of the roads however is running quite smoothly, and hopes of finishing them before the next elven christmas seems likely, but not certain. The pointy eared bastards could show up at any moment.
18th Hemetite, 1074 - Early Summer
Today I found out why we have over 40 idlers and all of our miners are with them: they dont have any picks! Well, lets go make you some while I find out why you aren't carrying your great and powerful pickaxe (these are legendary miners add to that, why must you starve the masters of their craft Armok, WHY!?). ANd thus I have written the Code of Miners, this will be found written in the deepest parts of our fortress into the rock no miner can break:
1. Thou shalt not kill a fellow miner
2. Thou shalt love the rock you mine
3. Thou shalt always carry a pick
4. Thou shalt drink and eat regularly
5. Thou shalt only mine and bathe
6. Thou shalt only smite those that come in between thou and thine rock
7. If thou is not mining, thou shalt BE mining soon!
And the first set of units have been made for operation UTW, now we just need to wait for more to come and for them to be refined...
Alot of people are making masterpieces, and I have comissioned a mass order of weapons to be built, and I sent in our greatest weaponsmith to do this, our former overseer Ifeno. Soon, our soldiers amongst ourselves will be using legendary weapons! Except for that one guy who named his sword, he'll be stuck with that one.
23rd Hemetite, 1074 - Early Summer
Oh s***....
*supposed to be picture of entering HFS, but pictures don't work...*
QUICK! CLOSE OFF THAT ONE! EVERYONE CLOSE IT OFF! WE NEED TO MOVE QUICKLY! HURRY UP!!! ALL SOLDIERS MOVE TO THE BOTTOM OF THE FORTRESS!!! WE'RE GOING TO OUR FINAL WAR!
24th Hemetite, 1074 - Early Summer
We couldn't stop them from entering our halls. Everyone was apparently enlisted into the army and we now are fighting a battle we cannot win. No wonder its called Happy Fun Surprises Inc... Those who cant and I decide who wont fight are sent outside to wait out our second Judgement Day and maybe flee. I am writting this as I rush to the blacksmithing halls, and I am hoping that the pointy eared dogs show up so they can deal with this, not that it would matter. I can already smell the fumes of fire and death and my platoon hasent even come close yet. I fear for the other's saftey. I will say however, I will not abandon this. I will fight to the death, and until every last dwarf draws their final breath, we wil stay!
BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN ARMS! OUR TIME HAS COME! TODAY WE SHOW THE WORLD HOW WE ARE MIGHTY AND POWERFUL DWARVES! One day, the Dwarves will cease to exist, as will the elves and men. Goblins and their demon rulers will become the overlords of our lands. But today, we stand our ground. Today is not the day the dwarves will fall. Today is not the day where our beloved scrubbedcreams fall! TODAY IS THE DAY WE DRAW ONE LAST BREATH AND CHARGE! TODAY MAY BE THE LAST WE EVER SEE THE SUN OR THE HARD EARTH! TODAY IS THE DAY WE DIE TO DEFEND OUR HOME! THIS DAY WE FIGHT! SHOW THEM WHAT HELL REALLY IS!
25th Hemetite, 1074 - Early Summer
This war foreshadows a terrible end. I just made it to the battlefield and over 40 of our brothers and sisters are slain, including former overseer Farmerbob, and several others. The body count increases every passing moment. One of those fiends has entered reach of my blade but I cannot reach him from all the other soldiers gonig through this narrow tunnel. Armok save us!
***Later Entry***
I've engaged the enemy, and as I enter the killing fields, some dwarven wine explodes, severely bruising my body. I am gonig to die, and I know it, but I am not going down without a fight! *swings shield at enemy, enemy arm flies off* BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN ARMS! KNOW THAT YOU ALL FIGHT TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY! TO SEE YOUR CHILDREN BORN! TO SEE THE AGE OF DWARVES ARRIVE! FIGHT ON MY ALLIES, FIGHT ON! DO NOT LET THE SMOKE, MIASMA, BOILING ALCHOHOL OR ANY OTHER DEADLY GAS PHASE YOU! FIGHT TO YOUR LAST BREATH!
Conan has fallen, and my body is cut apart from this fight... My time has come... Armok guide me into the halls of everlasting booze and fighting...
***The rest of the journal is singed***
Journal of Ingish Bowedabbeys, One of the few children who made it out with minimal wounds:
Hemetite 25, 1074
I've sealed off the doors leading to the lowest parts, about 3 non fighters will not make it. I managed to take the journal of Highmax before he died and all I managed to get was my feet bruised. Thankfully, I made it outside to the cold air that before I resented, now it feels amazing due to the cold air against my heated body. Death is in the air with the smell of fire and other gases. I hope I live to see my comming of age, but this battle does not deem this so...
Every second, 5 or more soldeirs are killed. They made it as far as the farms, but the majority of them are held inside the blacksmith's halls. Everything is destroyed there. There was a plan to release the beasts that dwell within the caverns to try and stop this menace, but this would only cause a faster death. Ifeno, Highmax, Farmerbob and several others have fallen in this bloodbath. There are about 6 of us outside now. Most are children liek me. I hope that my siblings and my parents make it. One of the other children out here weeps, they just lost their father from this fight. McGuinty is our current leader, not that it matters. Another child throws a tantrum in her sleep, I've locked her in her room so we can survive a bit longer. We have over 100 dead now, and I think I left my toys back in my room but I must obey orders and stay here. I hear the screams of agony getting louder! They must've gotten past the first set of hatches that are locked somehow! I've sealed off the rest of the fortress entirely. Fourteen soldiers live still. The rest are trapped around the fortress either in the farms or running from the horrors. I can only hope the hatches retain, the last thing we need is us outside dying the same death as the others. Many things are destroyed wherever they go, they are many, and we are few. I deem this fortress a disaster, and me along with us outside will flee. We will retreat and never come back to this place. Only the hope of a time magician can help us! In with this, I say to the others: do not dig for the precious blue ore more then you need to, one lower then its lowest part right now is enough, any mroe and this will happen again!
OOC: And thus shows what will happen, I'm posting the save for BEFORE this incident, with high hopes the next guy can see what i did wrong. Operation UTW was jsut a lever that released a bunch of war dogs, and the arena is still being built, as is the tunnel to HFS, so AT THE BOTTOM OF THE ADAMANTINE, REMOVE DESIGNATION! IT WILL KILL US ALL!!!