Moved the laptop so that playing no longer gives me a terrible backache, so a few more entries:
Timber 1st,
Something stirs in the depths. I knew we shouldn't have touched the adamantine. I am suddenly very glad I sealed off the caverns months ago.
Timber 15th,
Construction has been moving ahead on my project, but today a bone doctor was possessed by something. We'll see what he creates, and if it fits into my theory.
Timber 22nd,
A beautiful silver figurine of Queen Luckyceilings! Three possessions by craft spirits in a row, three artifacts showing coronations. It is a prophecy, it must be - what else could it mean? The line of dwarven kings is not broken; there is one left, and he is coming. I must make this place ready for him.
Date obscured,
I was woken up tonight to be told that another monster now haunts the deeps - more importantly, it's in the water somewhere. This most likely means it has polluted the underground lake and we will not be able to use it in the future. Not that we should enter those caverns while these monsters inhabit them.
Granite 1st, 557
It is finished, and just in time. My first, and only, royal creation - until this day my title, passed to me from my father and his father's father, has been little more than a sad joke. Royal architect to kings who are dead and buried.
In the days of the kingdom, my father was Royal Architect - it was his proud duty to design and oversee the construction of the manors and tombs of the royal family. While he was overshadowed by the genius of some of his ancestors, his works still had the grandeur you would expect from the kings of the dwarves. But bad crops and goblin raids took their toll on the capital, and the power of the royal family was broken. In the end, a bad winter settled over the city, the food ran out, and famine claimed the entire royal family and nearly everyone in the mountainhome.
My mother and I had been sent away to an outpost a few years earlier, so that I could learn the basics of stonework away from the distracting opulence of the royal palace. In the end, this saved my life - but not my father's. He died with the queen, and his title - now empty and useless - passed to me. For thirty years I have lived with a family legacy I could never fulfill... until now.
I have built a throne worthy of a king. It will be another's job to find him and welcome him to Weatheredcastle, but when he arrives, there will be seat worthy of him waiting.
In other news, a jewelcrafter began some kind of secret fey-inspired project. He hasn't finished it yet; I'm hoping it's better than a pine bracelet.
I also discovered that a previous overseer had left a standing order for coffins to be built... and I never ended that order. We have over a hundred and fifty coffins now. That's enough to bury every single dwarf in the fortress. I asked the masons, kindly, to please stop making coffins, the giant stacks of them in the storeroom are really starting to give everyone the creeps.
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FILE HERE. There was other stuff I wanted to write but I'm not used to this keyboard and it's kind of a pain to write much with. Nothing much happened on my turn. Did someone turn off invasions? Because I got nothing on my turn; no amushes, no sieges, not even a snatcher or a thief. }
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