20th Felsite, 263, Late Spring
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Engraved in a fortress under a glacier, carved on granite rock is the chronicles of Urist Curdledbread. Made into stark relief by the highly acidic substance “dwarfen gold” as it was known back then. Even with modern !!SCIENCE !! we are unable to replicate a substance that is so versatile. Historic uses included and was not limited to – tanning, rock sculpting and even cooking. Odd that no written record remains of how it was made, only reverences here and there to show it was used.
Enough of my ramblings and musing I will use this as a log to show what was found and perhaps later write a book about it. For now, just some rough sketches and extracts.
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Armok’s bearded balls! We are besieged by goblins, and half the dwarfs are running around in panic, throwing tantrums. Zuglar the recruit went insane and is running around in a berserk rage. His dear friend Edem ‘Groovechambers’
(also with 0 happiness points) is trying to restrain him, even after a after what would normally be a crippling punch to the kidney
*1 Zuglar is fighting on…
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This… it’s…light save us, I just don’t…I’m praying to the light, me a dwarf. Cursed!, this place is cursed.
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On a field of ice and snow, a tale unfolds. A tale of a love so deep and pure, or is it vengeance from beyond the grave? I fear we will never know. Littered with corpses and gore, bit’s of clothing strewn about. A silver war hammer lies glinting in the sun. Lifting a hand to block the glare, a vision unfolds…no, not a vision, a drama, a horror. Sigun our pump operator is trapped up on the glacier. What is he doing there, surely he could not have missed the order that the entrance will be sealed. AND he is right next to the goblins. Why?
Was Sigun lured to her doom by the ghost of Urdim, or did she go by her own free will? I am no bard and will leave such tales to them.
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Continued on that same day..Dark sorcery, truly Armok has turned his back on us. Charred_gp and Lastofthelight melted. Their dying screams still echo through the fort. I will never forget the sight, charred_gp cradling her baby in her arms, the flesh oozing off both of them, puss eruption and bursts of witch fire bursting forth. All that remains is a shadow burned onto the floor. It appears by some dark deed their fate was linking to that of the forgotten beast Rupola.
Wypie too traumatized by these events has been relieved of his duty as captain of the guard. I Urist Curdledbread Alathuvar will succeed where he has failed.
The prison might as well be nonexisting, with only 3 chains - and it is doubtful if they will hold a dwarf in a berserk rage. My first order of duty is to declare martial law. None may enter or leave the fortress. I also ordered the drawbridge lowered . We are not craven elfs or humans, we do not hide behind walls and moats. We will fight the Goblin force here within our halls. This place will be their tomb. Mangled and torn corpses will be hauled outside, frozen and preserved for all future invaders to see. I will build a pyramid of skulls in honour of Armok.
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25th Felsite, 263
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The goblins proved to be a craven bunch, they scattered at first sight of an armed dwarf. The day was won without bloodshed. I fear this has done nothing to appease Armok. Another dwarf went insane, Zulban our cook. One of the original seven dwarfs that carved out this cesspool in snow and ice, most effected by it’s evil taint. Fighting like a beast she attacked a war dog, biting the dog on the leg, latching on shaking it around. Ripping out flesh and opening up an artery. I have given the order to kill her on site.
The mood in the fortress has taken a turn for the worst, many dwarfs refusing to work and reports of vandalism coming in. I have order the old metlsmith’s forge destroyed and the anvil is to be used in the new magma forge. More chains are needed in the dungeons.
The restrictions imposed by martial law has been lifted somewhat, dwarfs are free to go where they please, but I will remain in command until order has been restored.
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22nd Limestone, 163 Autumn=========
A long drawn out wail echos through the fortress, instantly freezing the blood of all who hears it....
Momuz clamps her hand’s to her ears, but it’s no use. Libash forever cursed as kinslayer, has been screaming for days now. Not for the first time she gives thanks to Armok that Ushir managed to capture the vile creature and ended her self proclaimed rain as mayor. Images from the last couple of weeks flashes through her mind. Urist Curdledbread lying on the snow, his skull caved in. The strangled corpse of a child lying in the dungeons. The doors should have been locked, prisoners should have been separated. But it’s to late now, they are all dead. Everyone is dead.
She arrived at this place on the 6th of Malachite along with seven other dwarfs. All they could think of was getting out of the cold, but soon they wished they never climbed down those stairs into the heart of darkness.
That fool Alathuvar displeased Armok by not building a pyramid of goblin skulls as he was commanded to. Worse his half-baked attempts at trying to re-establishing the fortress guard only made the riots worse. Justice is what he called it. Justice? Murder more like it. How many died under his rule? Eleven dwarfs from over eighty remain. All of them ether crippled in bed or babbling incoherently.
She sees Libash again, holding her baby, tears running down her cheeks when suddenly she looses a roaring laughter....
....walking into the butchers shop she hacks apart the child and builds “The Hawk of Caner, a dwarf bone drum”.
Everyone ran out of the fortress at that point, assembling in a pit dig into the ice, hoping to find shelter. Anything to escape the berserk dwarfs and madness in the fort, but the whole thing collapsed on them and...Libash standing by a lever, smiling….
Momuz and her companions was only spared because they were down in the caverns, assigned to ploughing the fields. It’s the end of Limestone now, the reaming dwarfs elected her as mayor and nine new dwarfs showed up today.
The screaming has stopped, Momuz sais another quick prayer to Armok.
1st Granite, 264
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Spring has arrived and a new year starts.
I am stepping down as overseer. Armok have pity on the next poor fool who tries to run this place.
Things have settled down now over winter.
A outpost liaison arrived with a trade caravan also bringing with them a vile force of darkness – Goblins. I order the bridge over the moat raised and half the traders where caught outside and slaughter by the goblins, unfortunately the diplomat made it inside safely and is doing his best to talk to me. I just ignore him. Knowing the traders would go insane eventually – I dealt with them….
The goblins eventually got bored and left and the bridge was lowered.
Also Libash lives and is roaming free in the fort, perfectly happy and a productive member of the society…..
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*1 Enigma informs that years of drinking mostly just plump helmet wine has fortified the dwarfs kidneys. Actually to the point where dwarfen piss is considered a valuable commodity around the world. I went to Spaghetti7 for further verification, him being an adequate tanner himself. What he said was that just half a cup of “dwarfen gold” will remove all hair and gore and even bleach the raw hides when not distilled with correct amounts of water.Edit: urgh, hit post by accident was just checking up on the formatting, so added the pictures quick. Soz guys, will update the post later again, still trying to sort through this mess in the fort. Things are not looking good, tantrum spirally starting I think. Not looking good… Have not unpaused the game yet. And sorry if my English is bad.
More edit: Added the date and intro section. I feel like such a noob. Game is still paused. This was actually just me jotting down what I am seeing, but I guess I will just have to wing it now and edit here and there and add to it as time allows.
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