Its the 27th of Felsite.
After a light breakfast of some kind of blue rubber-like thing the cook called "Sky Blue Fiend Meat" (I had him taste it before, I didnt survive 79 years in the mountainhomes by having the elf slaves make me food...), I proceeded with the inspection of the Hell-Fort itself.
The fort itself is large enough to easly accommodate a fighting force of thirty dwarves, plus related food and beverage industries, almost indefinitely. There also seemed to already be some work towards that goal, with the placement of a farming area and designated sleeping quarters for part of the population. Ignoring the bodies of oversized flaming things, I follow the stairs to the second level, wich a microcline tablet glued to the wall with, what I presume is, a mangled mass of plaster, goblin blood and the meat-thing I had for breakfast, told me was "the shooting range".
Going through the door-frame I am pleased with the sight of hundreds of bolts stacked neatly into packages, for quick reloading you see, and the extensive fortifications, letting overlook the hellish land before us. Further inspection told me that this floor was still under construction, evidenced by the amount of piss-ants running around with rocks. One look at the land arround us showed no sign of the demonic spawn, so I let them continue. At least they arent pissing their pants out and drinking all the booze.
I had to order them around a bit though, the latest booze-sponge illiterate who passed as a architect in this place decided to tell the masons to build the bedroom's outer walls first, and THEN the damn middle pillar. I got a feeling were that "disease" came from now...
On a last inspection on the lower level I found a note neatly pasted on some differently-colored wall telling me, the next overseer, to connect the blue spikes on the other side with one of the levers on the mid-fortress. I just gave the note to a random mechanic and told him to comply.
On overall the defences are better than I thought. This fortresses chances of survival should be at around "Bad-Horrible" level. Still better than "Hellish Shit-Spawn" level.
28th of Felsite.
I passed by two dwarves speaking quietly on a corner today. I didnt recognize any of them, probably just some random piss-ants, but I heard one of them talking about "materials" and "!!surprise!!". Either their some kinda elf pussies in disguise or their planning something bad, either way, I should keep my eye on them...
29th of Felsite.
There was a report of a strange smoke being seen coming from the stairs leading to the Hell-Fortress, along with bloody cries of "save meee" and "Im melting!!" and more notouriously, "Their comming! KEEP EM AWAY FROM MEEE!!!". I order the entire Hell-Fort quarentined until furter notice...
1th of Hematite.
The smoke finaly dispersed. I led the excursionary expedition into the Hell-Fort's entrance and what I found was worthy of getting the fuck out and closing the hole with microcline. On the entrance bedroom, were the smoke aparently originated, and the adamantine spire above, were it spread before we could close the grates, there was a shallow covering of some strange light-blue half-frosted liquid, particularly arround what I believed to be dwarven bodies.
What remained of them at least.
They looked like someone had roasted them alive by dumping them into magma and pulling them back after some time, charred remains of bones and fat tissue, mangled with aparently still working black organs and beating, black hearts. None of their possessions seemed to have even a scratch or burn mark, and it might've been my imagination, but they actually felt cold to the touch.
In the room area, we found a single survivor, face-down, almost drowning in a pool of melted fat and blood, and that blue goo. She told us her name was Stâkud Sikellòr, a hammerdwarf recruit. According to her, she managed to survive because when she noticed the smoke and the cries of her mates, she was standing on the doorway leading to her room, and managed to close the door with the smoke only hitting her legs and lower-torso, which had their fat melted away in a question of seconds. I asked her a depiction of the occurrence as detailed as possible, this is a resume of the information I was able to gather:
As Stâkud was walking over to her bed, after another long patrol duty, she overheard two other soldiers speaking in the lounge close to the stairway. One was talking about a sock he recovered from hell-patrol duty. It appeared to be covered in a frozen Light-Blue substance, similar to adamantine. The other was telling him to give it to "The Mad Fool", who aparently was conducting research upon these substances (furter inquiring about the real name, location or identity of this person was met with opposition, so I had to back down. It seems I also need to keep a eye out for further mentioning of this name...). As she was entering her quarters, she heard a scream and turned to find the two dwarves enclouded in a strange mist, "like the one from dumping magma on ice." she said, apparently having their skin boiling and exploding in places. Having only time to close the door before the smoke had spread across the whole room. "not fast enough though, I guess", she said looking at her lower body.
A little after the interrogation, we heard shouting from the side of the room, beyond the doors leading to the Hell-Fort proper. Carefuly opening them, we found that most of the inhabitants of the fort managed to close the doors in time to stop the smoke, and thus survived the ordeal. After ordering the cleanup of all material and the disposal of the blue liquid, i was informed that several other dwarves had been found in similar conditions all around the fortress, along with their pets. Fortunately these all hapened inside private rooms and the such, so the scale was much smaller.
I could only assume the reason to all these ordeals was the frozen liquid mentioned by Stâkud, probably some kind of trap engineered by the demons, of course, I could not forget the mention of "The Mad Fool's" being researching these substances and the hostility in anything related to that name I sensed across the fortress. Anyways, I ordered a total checkup on all material that came even a hundred meters close to hell and the destruction of all material found to be "rigged". Also, I suspended all hell-patrols until countermeasures for these incidents were instaled.
In total, we lost about a dozen pets and thirteen dwarves to this ordeal. The workers wanted me to express here some the names of some of those we lost, saying they were important or something, no matter.
Yoursfear II
Al II
Nota
Alkemia
Eoganachta II
Those are the more "important" casualties. This is a great blow to the fort, but we shall find a way to recover.
We always do.
//Afterword//
Do I get some prize for somehow killing of 13 dwarves in the first 5 in-game days?
Took about 1:30h to write that, god... Btw, its as accurate as it can get, shit did happen like that. Only thing I can think of is the previous ruler had temperature turned off or something... btw, you know that small scrap of military we had? yea...
Thanks to Mitch for combing over for spelling errors. I <3 Mitch.
(Even though Im not sure they are actualy correct, since I didnt bother with comparing)