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Diary of Randall Fragg, God-emperor For Life, Messiah of the Dwarves, and Miletary Genious.
Entry 13
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Diary of Randall Fragg, God-emperor For Life, Messiah of the Dwarves, and Miletary Genious.
Entry 14
Okay, okay, gotta get a grip. Oh Armok, it was horrible. Our miners were carving out new tunnels in the deeps, when they struck it. Adamintine. We've all heard the legends of it. How it's supposed to be lighter and stronger than any material in all creation. How it's guarded by things that crawl up from the endless darkness at the very roots of the world.
As soon as I heard the cries of joy, I rushed down to the deeps. It was sweltering, because of the massive sea of magma that lies beneath the volcano. Though the miners were sweaty, dirty, and tired, their faces beamed with pride. The adamintine itself was a massive, pale blue wall, shimmering by the light of out candles. It was beautiful. One of the miners handed me a piece, and I found it to be as light as the cork of a bottle. Then, one of the miners resumed carving off chunks of the miracle substance.
With a crack like the breaking of an egg, the slab of adamintine crumbled inward. The vein was hollow.
As we stood agape at this, from the blackness in the vein came a screech, like metal upon metal, and the sound of many large things moving very quickly.
We ran.
They ran faster.
The miners, tired from their labor, were easy targets for...whatever in Armok's beard came out from the depths. Twisted things of snow. Living shadows. Gigantic snails that could move much faster then they should have been able to. The miners were ripped from limb to limb. I only survived because they went for the easy targets first. I screamed up the stairs "block the stairs, block the stairs."
Thank Armok Hat is able to get the peasants to work. If it weren't for his command, the fortress itself would have been slaughtered by them. I just barely made it out. I was racing up the great stone stairs, just in time to see a group of masons pushing a mass of rock over the landing. The things were hot on my heels, breath stinking with the blood of the recently dead. I screamed "hold on for just a few more seconds." They must not have heard me, for they continued to push the stone into place. If anything, they hurried their efforts. I managed to escape, though I sustained a large amount of cuts, scrapes, and bruises from sliding through the narrow passage. The stone slammed into place behind me, and the creatures gave a muffled scream. I voided my bowls and collapsed.
When I recovered, I was informed that Hat had vacated his position, and I was now in charge.
First things first, moving my tomb to a more secure place, in the interior of the bunker. No sense spending an eternity being screamed at by horrific things from beyond.
Next thing is to block off the rest of the staircase. I don't want some idiot moving the one thing keeping us all from suffering the same fate as those miners.
That went with only one minor incident, some mason got trapped behind the sealed walls. I considered leaving her to her fate, but decided just to dig her out.
Next up is to begin digging down again, this time away from the abominations. Hopefully we can get at the gold and copper that our miner found in abundance in the cavern layers.
Oh, also, parts of our upper levels have flooded. Don't know what's up with that. It seems to be sealed off, so I don't really care at this point.
I've also undertaken some improvements. I've expanded the workshop area to include room for some ballistra construction equipment and a new set of magma forges.
Also building a bath area, because the peasants have been exceptionally filthy lately. We'll need some soap though.
Diary of Randall Fragg, God-emperor For Life, Messiah of the Dwarves, Defeater of the Nameless Horrors and Miletary Genious.
Entry 15
I've been having some krunked up dreams lately. Burning, nameless horrors flooding the fortress. And kiwis. Like, the birds. Just sitting around in halls filled with flames and the sounds of the dying.
ADDENDUM:
Okay, this is fucked up. I went out to get a report from the foredwarf, and he informed me that "that weird bunker thing is complete." I never issued order for a bunker. I asked him to show me the site, and he obliged.
One of the work orders was to construct a bunker for holding a balestra, which, for some reason, was shaped like a stork or something.
I must have drawn it up late at night, and forgot about it. Why the hell did I make it a bird though?
I must be cracking up.