Journal of Echopages - 27th of Obsidian
The Therapist, an ancient deity that I have heard only in legend, came upon me today. I was given this book and told to write in it, and then told to lead the fort despite the fact that it is falling and will most likely not be able to last another year. I spoke with The Therapist, who informed me of every Dwarf's Thoughts and Preferences, as well as recent actions. I gleaned much information that I plan to put to use, but I will wait and bide my time, and at the start of the new year, at the first of obsidian, I will be ready.
The Journal is heavy-set, and all I was told is that it held a history of every single other dwarf leader, and as the next one as chosen by The Therapist, I will be the one to wage war on Her Most Hoary Lady of Death and her minions who had came to destroy our fort for not being pious. Locked down within my chambers away from the screams despite them being audible, I was prepared and unique, and it would be my most fitting challenge to save or absolutely cause the destruction of this magnificent fort, however low it has become of late.
The Dwarves, 50 others not including me, were largely a mess, a huge mess that was completely disorganized. Tomorrow I will speak, and with The Therapist as my guide, will choose a group of dwarves to be my loyal elite. I will choose many others, the ones that are most likely to be able to stay happy and not have their death, a group that should and will be ready to live and be strong, while the other dwarves, the lower ones, will still be of use. Prioritizing is a must in these troubled times with such a troubled thing, so says The Therapist, the ghostly apparition that visits me at night. Known as Decius, I will be their god and leader, and only the leaders after me will know the full extent of my deeds, for one day and one fateful night, I am certain that The Therapist will visit, and The Therapist will ask for the journal back, and so the legacy shall continue, even if the fortress falls.
Journal of Echopage - 1st of Granite
I have looked over the situation and taken command of the entire fort. A small militia and quick military was fashioned together to deal with the following threats, but due to the fact that goblins are trained, powerful, and above all, ruthless, I have decided to take care of these in a special manner. We have no lava as high as I would like in order to destroy the goblins, and so I will be using water to perhaps drown them. A miner was sent to the surface to deal with that, all the while I positioned the marksmen at strategic points along the attack in. It appears that the tantrum spiral has ended, the people are rejuvenated at having a new leader and a chance to live. But will I be able to defeat the goblins, and so be a great leader, perhaps the finest of them all? I will have to find out.
Overall, I have noticed a single survivor hiding out in a special room, purely due to The Therapist whispering to me at night. I have decided that he may be a good chance the fort may have if it, and I, shall fall. With leadership skills far beyond my fellow dwarves and grand skill otherwise, I will be prepared to deal with the challenges, and if I shall fail where the last leader has, then it would be a great shame. I have no life, no deity, and no love, and I have decided to wage war on Her Most Hoary Lady. I will not allow it to be in vain.