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[Teneb]

The Journal of Deathsword – Lord Inquisitor

I am Deathsword, Lord Inquisitor of the Order of Blood, sent by the temple of Armok back in the mountainhomes to turn this fledgling fortress into an altar to the Blood God, and in His name, I shall.



For some time I have acted from the shadows, but it seems I shall have to take command of this fortress, for no one else is up to the task.

Slate

The fortress is under siege by Great Devourers, while vampire traders wait within, trying to leave.

Our first priority is to rout the siege, however I simply cannot find the lever to lower the entrance bridge. A new one will have to be made.

The mechanics claim that the cannot link the new lever to the bridge. It seems our only option is to destroy said bridge, and build another. But not right now, not while the werewolfs stalk our perimeter.

Werewolfs still haven’t left, and now some undead creatures are wandering around our entrance.

The merchants have gone mad, for some reason. And their animals, berserk. I’ll send the soldiers in to put them down.

Felsite

Siege still going on, but the construction of my quarters is nearly finished.

Siege is over, but a lizardman ambush has appeared, along with a caravan. I’ll let the trader guards kill them.

Another ambush, Dark Serpents this time.

The merchants were butchered, and despite my hopes, the ambushers are not fighting each other.

Dark Serpents left, for some reason.

Finally found the entrance lever.

Dark Serpents are back.

Hematite

I’ve decided that we have cowered in our halls for too long. We shall face the enemy in battle.

The journal of Vabôk Cagithfath, Expedition Leader.

The Lord Inquisitor and his men charged the enemy and kill all of them, however ettins arrived during the fight and, due to their enourmous size, crushed them all.  No military dwarf has survived, at all.
Some of our residents, distressed with the loss of their friends, are now throwing tantrums. I hope we can calm everyone before it gets out of control.


Ettin ambush was a very bad surprise, they simply killed all soldiers withou suffering any injuries. Marksdwarfs decided to join the charge despite the order to station at the top of the walls.

Fun

[Person]

The upper bridge lever is in the food stockpile, I figured there'd always be someone there. Oh sorry didn't read fully. FFFF. marksdwarves priority is screwed. If they run out of ammo and can path to an enemy, they will charge it. If they can't path, they'll grab more ammo.

[katana]

Ettins are pretty OP, especially when fighting other things. They're freaking immortal meatshields unless you have hammers and/or something sharper than ethyl.

[Teneb]

We are currently experiencing a tantrum spiral, a fell mood and an extremely long attack by ettins.

I'll post an update later today, but here's something for you to see what is going on:

[Teneb]

The journal of Vabôk Cagithfath, Expedition Leader

I’ve been feeling strage, as of late, it’s as if someone was trying to take control of me an-


The Journal of Deathsword, Reborn Inquisitor

It seems I am able to possess the living, after all. Good, my task shall not be left unfinished. For the Blood God!

Justice shall be dispensed for all those that refuse to carry out Armok’s will.

The ettins are still outside, and while I’d love to avenge myself, our forces (and this body) are not strong enough for such a task.

The local suture has become melancholic, and refuses to feed or drink. Useless.

One of the survivors of the military has gone berserk, and it is up to me to put him down.


The Journal of Ònul Tostablel, new expedition leader.

Our previous expedition leader wasn’t acting as himself latetly. He even claimed the chambers of the “inquisitor” Deatsword. He was struck down by a berserking dwarf, and now we need to find a way to kill this maddwarf befor-


The Journal of Deathsword, Chosen of Blood

It seems Armok truly wishes that I remain on this world, for this time I didn’t  even have a choice. This husk is weak, like the last one, but it’ll have to do.

Sending all dwarfs to put down the berserker, lest he kill us one by one. It also seems that the broker has gone berserk too. Lovely, really.
We managed to kill one of the berserkers, but we lost some dwarfs in the process. Another went mad. Maybe we should greet the next migrants (if there are any) by saying: “Welcome to Targetguild, the greatest madhouse you’ll ever find!”


Malachite

All berserkers are dead… for now.

We’re going to need a lot of coffins.

From the top of our unfinished tower I can see migrants have arrived. Fuck.

They’ll have to kill the ettins if they want to get inside.

Our new broker has entered a fell mood, I can sense it, and has killed one of our planters, then proceeded to claim a tanner’s shop.

The migrants charged towards our entrance. If they manage to drive off the invaders, they shall be hailed as heroes.

Not that they ever stood a chance, of course. The ettins made short work of them, no enemy casualties.

The fell dwarf now works with such a terrible fury I haven’t ever seen, not even in the eyes of the ettins. Meanwhile, another dwarf has gone melancholic. We’re down to 22 now, counting insanes.

I’ve read about such things in the libraries of the temple, back in the mountainhomes. Tantrum Spiral, it was called then. And I am caught right into the middle of one.

The fell mood has finally yielded a reward. A horned helmet made from dwarfen bone. I claim it for myself, of course.




Apparently, one of the migrants did survive, and is still fighting. Wait, scratch that, ettins just killed him.

Oh great, a pump operator went berserk.



Well that was quick, he died in a single blow.

I’ve been feeling very angry lately, probably this husk’s former owner trying to resist me.

Miasma fills our halls, along with the corpses of dead. All of the living are unhappy and throwing tantrums. Ettins and lizardmen roam the countryside. Yet, we are still alive.

I’ve taken upon myself to punish those that would destroy what’s left of our halls. Armok help me.

The former owner of this body has been trying to reclaim her body with great insistency. This body now mine, you hear it?! MINE!

The denizens of this place. They’ve taken to calling me the Spells of Chopping, due to all those I have slain in my attempt to bring order to this place. Yet, order is the last thing you’d think when seeing Targetguild.

Finally, the spirit of that annoying dwarf has abandoned her body. I have never felt so happy, and I shall make Targetguild survive, no matter what.

I’ve noticed the vampire trader that went insane is still hanging out at the refuse stockpile. Figures.


Galena

Obviously, the ettins haven’t left.

Another berserking dwarf. Time to kill. Blood for the Blood God!

An evasive infected was spotted outside, Cog, the only other non-unhappy dwarf reported. No idea why.

Bersker killed by my hand… or should I say my teeth?

Another dwarf has gone stark raving mad. Not that I care about these things anymore.

A masterwork… something has been destroyed, or so these annoying children tell me.

Oh great, a vile force of darkness has arrived. Have fun with the ettins, you dumb devourers.

Cyclops have come to join the fun, how nice. And no, they are not fighting each other… and the ettins finally left. I hate this place.

Another dwarf goes insane. At least he’s not dangerous.

Boring. A few weeks ago, this fortress was a madhouse, but right now it’s just boring. Nothing to do, with those sieges outside.

Killed a mechanic that tried to murder me during a tantrum.

Limestone

Why do I even keep these logs? It’s not like I’ll ever need them. But if that’s what it takes to keep the boredom away, so be it.

A baby has died. We are down to nine now.

[Tersr]

Cool thread, mind if I take a turn?

[nogoodnames]

Whatever the task that has kept me trapped in this world, I have surely failed it. Several months ago, a dwarf the stepped forward to claim leadership of the fort, proclaiming himself to be Lord Inquisitor. This dwarf had never drawn my attention before, but considering the events that followed I can only assume he underwent some extreme and disturbing changes. What drove these changes I cannot say. Perhaps I am not the only supernatural entity with interest in the aberration known as TargetGuild.

Ordinarily I would have used my influence on the living to maintain control, but this dwarf was different. Like the carpenter who created the wooden statue I could not see his thoughts or influence his actions. His orders began to supersede my own. I was reduced to a powerless shade, never able to influence events, only to observe. And observe I did. While I may have been blocked from his mind, I had no such restrictions on simply watching him. I spied on him day and night, watching him at his most vulnerable, learning everything I could.

I learned that the dwarf was a servant of the god Armok, but there is no dwarven god with that name. No, I can feel it, Armok... that name resonates in places beyond the mortal word, beyond even the realm of the gods. Even now the thought of it gives me a sense of dreadful awe. Yes, I know of Armok, not a conscious being doesn't, despite what they might delude themselves into thinking.

I have discovered that the Inquisitor is a being much like myself. Early on he was killed while fighting alongside the militia. I watched as his spirit lifted itself from the body and settled into a new dwarf. This happened again when that body was killed as well. The whole thing sickens me. I can see it... When he manages to overpower the body's previous owner, that dwarf's entire soul just vanishes into oblivion, nothing is left but a shell. I do not think he is in control of this, and he is not aware of me yet. I do not want him to become aware.

I have watched as dozens of dwarves have died under his rule. I may not have any great respect for most of these dwarves, but they don't deserve this fate. The fortress is being ripped apart from the inside. I can't stand to stand by and watch it any longer. I will rest now, and hide myself from the horrors around me. I settle easily into a familiar pile of bones in a corner and allow myself to drift away from this pained world.

[Ieb]

Oh boy, this is continuing again.
Along a tantrum spiral AND a fell mood?

I'M SO PROUD OF YOU GUYS

[Teneb]

Would you guys mind if I used DFLair on the fort? Just in case we have to reclaim.

[Teneb]

small update, we're down to two dwarfs


The Journal of Deathsword, Chosen of Blood

Two dwarfs decided to kill me. They dead, of course. It doesn’t matter, the time of my ascension is nearly here.

The ghost of one of the soldiers I led to battle against the ambushers is now haunting me. I told him to go bother someone else.

The fort is now inhabited by myself, another sane dwarf, a dwarfen baby, two maddwarfs, a cat and two ghosts.

The baby is dead. At least we don’t have to worry about food and booze anymore.


Sandstone

There is marble below this fortress, I know it, somehow. I’ll have to avoid the metastone, however.

The engraver is forging a suit of armor for me, surprisingly, despite being extremely unhappy, he is still sane.


Timber

Literally nothing is happening. Siegers still topside


Moonstone

The devourers have left, the cyclopses haven’t

[Ieb]

Sure, with the amount of crap there'll be, the autodestroy and autodump tools are okay too.

[Person]

Was this my fault? Or is the mod just that brutal.

[Teneb]

Was this my fault? Or is the mod just that brutal.

The mod is brutal like that. Makes you wonder how ettins can be so sneaky, however.

[Ieb]

Maybe a Danger Room wouldn't be a bad idea after all.

[katana]

Ah it's nice to see that my mod was included.

And it's nicer to see the slaughter it causes.