Unfortunately, I won't be able to finish the year, however there was about a month left until the year ended, so I guess it doesn't matter too much.
We also have nearly 1000 seeds, we need to do something about that.
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The Journal of Deathsword IV, Herald of Blood.
I have, finally, returned. Tough the ritual may have taken quite a bit of my power, I finally have another body to call my own, another body through which I’ll carry out the Blood God’s will. For I am His Herald, and we are all His slaves.
I’ve started my new… term, for lack of a better term, of this death-filled hole by confiscating all goods from the so-called “angels”. I wish for them to leave this place as fast as possible, but I am faced with a great problem: I don’t know where the lever to the main gate is. Again.
I was forced to ask one of the new inhabitants as to where the lever is, which he promptly answered.
Apparently, one of my previous bodies has disappeared from the tomb it was placed in. Strange.
I’ve put the last ghost to rest.
Those Armok-damned ettins! They claim to be our “friends” now! FRIENDS! That will not stand, no, it shall not! But I won’t risk destroying the fort again by attacking them. Let them think they’ve won. We’ll show them when the time comes.
Migrants! Loads of them! Drafted those with military skills into the militia.
Everything is going smoothly. Which is rather strange.
The militia commander has grown attached to his warhammer. How lovely.
Not new to report, except that I’ve finally discovered why I keep this journal at all. I might forget, dying so many times like that.
Of course, a siege. It was getting too quiet. Time to test the water trap.
Maybe we won’t need to use it, after all. The invading cyclopes are fighting against our ettin and serpentmen “friends”.
And now, an ambush. Will probably die pretty fast.
Did someone say party? At the claystone table? Wait for me!
One of the miners tell me he is “dizzy” after mining a small bit of olivine… I wonder why.
It seems she dug through some meta stone, but she’s alive, despite a rotten nervous system.
One of our medics has been possessed! He made a wild cat bone earring. Now get back to work, you stupid sod.
The digging project is going slowly, due to the speed at which our “zombified” miner is moving and working… which is very slowly.
Nothing to report. It’s all very calm.
The meta-stone survivor finally died to the stone’s infection, but she survived longer than most. A lot longer.
Starting to set up a hospital, just in case.
I managed to use one of the flooded rooms as a way to provide clean, non-salty water to hospital’s patients. At least I think so, since the medics aren’t complaining anymore.
We also have too many seeds, and need to get rid of them.
I’ve decided to scavenge what weaponry might be available at the surface while we are able to.
It seems one of the ettins is chasing the outpost liaison. Oh shit.
And now he’s dead. Shit
Well, at least the fucking ettin is still friendly. Note to future overseers: get liaisons in as fast as you can.
I just had a wonderful idea! One so great it’ll be considered the greatest artifact of them all! But… I feel I must not write about it. No. Not yet.
Quite nice, don’t you think?
The others tell me a zombie demikraken attack while I was working on my masterpiece. They dispatched it with no effort.
I think I’ll just retire, at least for now, of this “Overseer” job. I've have... other things to do.