I just finished. That's a note you'll want the next overseer to get, though. I'll post the save soon enough.
From the Journal of "Z" Fortress Reclaimer Overseer Doomseer
1st of Moonstone: I... in my sleep, I dreamed. Dark and foreboding things visited me. I'm sure these are just figments, and will cast my forebodings away.
I've designated the well I had dug as a watersource, and the channeled area as a fishing place, though I'm not sure if there are fish in the water, as much of the water in the underground lake is tainted with some sort of Forgotten Beast spew. I've also ordered our only fisherdwarf to begin fishing once more, in his spare time.
22nd of Moonstone: The nightmares have yet to end. I begin to dread sleep, but must, lest I collapse from overwork.
I've begun mass construction of lead bins, as we have far, far too many loose items which could be stored in bins, and we have quite a few spare bars of lead, as well. This should lessen the storage space issue, and leave us with more space to store other items.
3rd of Opal: The darkness... it comes. A great doom will befall us all...
Cilob Oslankogan, the ghostly baby, has grown to be come a Ghostly Dwarven Child.
I fear some eldritch force has been allowing the phantasm's growth, but can put no name to it.
23rd of Opal: My dreams continue to worsen, and I find myself forgoing sleep when I can. An unnamed fear has taken hold, and I can do nothing but worry and wait. Spring will come.
Winter seems to crawl by... Nothing interesting has happened, and I've ordered an expanded area of mining, searching for ever more metal.
27th of Opal: 1 month... 1 month until I quit this place forever. It is a race... Will I escape, or will the darkness claim my mind first? Or will the foul presence make it's presence known and bring with it the doom I feel lurking, even now? I know not. I am not a religious dwarf, and Armok has not demanded much of me until now. I worry I am not strong enough... Armok help all.
4th of Obsidian: More and more I find my thoughts drawn to my ill fated companions. Those of us torn apart by the creatures of the night, especially. Their screams of agony sound all the more vivid in my mind here, in this accursed pit in the ice and stone. I envy my last companion, who died in the cold, numb and asleep, as I fear my fate will be as tortured as the others were.
8th of Obsidian: Today I saw something... my nightmares made real. The others claimed they saw nothing, but I am not so sure. Whether it was merely a fear-filled delusion brought by sleeplessness, or a sign of something more I cannot say. I find I'm no longer capable of trusting my companions, Armok damn them, and me as well.
10th of Obsidian: A Forgotten Beast has arrived... another one. This... is not the doom I fear, but signals yet another strengthening of the evil here. I must be gone soon... I must escape... I must...
12th of Obsidian: Yet another Forgotten Beast. This... My sanity is shaken further... I see visions all the time now and sleep little, and I cannot stand it. So much darkness, but I cannot sleep. If I rest, I will be lost.
13th of Obsidian: Udil Ardestekkud has been withdrawn from society. The madness has him in it's grasp, I fear. This place... the fell power has grown overwhelming in these past few months. I have less then a month, yet it will be the longest time I spend alive... If I survive or not.
14th of Obsidian: The beasts grow more vicious still. One of our number was bitten by a cave spider... I am sure there were none able to reach us before. I would investigate this, but I find myself unwilling, clutched by fear as I am.
16th of Obsidian: Udil Arestekkud gathered many loose items while I was ... distracted by the bite, and has begun a mysterious construction. Despite my tenuous grasp on sanity, and overwhelming dread, I find myself curious. A sure sign, I feel, that I cannot last much longer.
19th of Obsidian: I have begun to develop mysterious wounds, inflicted by no known source. I would suspect stigmata, excepting the fell evil that I feel all about now. As if in synchronization with this, a Forgotten Beast appeared at the edge of our fortress walls... Three this month. As if it is signalling the approach of the end. I cannot wait much longer... I fear I will be found dead by spring.
20th of Obsidian: Udil completed his creation, Tenshedarzes Testkig Ingiz, a tower-cap bow.
It is adorned with hanging rings of tower-cap and menaces with spikes of tower-cap.
I feel the madness has not left him though, as I see an odd gleam in his eyes every time I am forced to look at him now. I have begun planning to escape a couple days before the arrival of spring...
24th of Obsidian: I have not slept in days... the darkness surrounds me...
25th of Obsidian: I can wait no more. I flee tonight, and leave this damned place. Let the denizens of the deep have their prize, or let those I leave behind survive for many years, I care not. I have done my best, and the fortress is thriving once more. Noone will question it if I leave early... I only hope I survive long enough to reach safety.
28th of Obsidian:
Spring has come, and I have left that place behind me... This will be the last journal entry I record, as I fear the darkness followed me, rather then staying within the fortress I so hastily fled. I hear it close behind me now... Soon, all too soon, I fear, I will go to greet Armok. I do not, however, fear I will go alone. This ends the Journal of "Z", fortress reclaimer and Overseer.
My only regret is that I di*The rest of the journal is stained with dried blood, ice, and a foul black ichor, rendering any further notes illegible and meaningless*