It is the 1st of Granite, the 109th Spring has begun, Another tamed naked mole rat has died. The duck Ralobok ‘Psydoc’ is found dead on the tomb and temple level. Covered in duck blood. Too much duck blood. The Militia Captain is in the throes of a tantrum. She screams about friends, family and nothing to replace her tattered clothing.The guard has changed. The fort continues to produce its masterpieces. The barracks sound of training. The workshops ring with industry. The mines are ever oppressive in their silence. Our tamed naked mole rats die of neglect, the mountain titan howls for blood. It is now I start my dreaded watch over this circus of fuckery. Curses upon the dwarf who left these sealed files in my chamber.
7th of Granite. Year 109.
Zon Bershigos, a bard, has requested permanent residence. I approved this request to get the chatterbox to shut up and go away. A brawl also broke out in the Vike1Vikingo, The Brass Sourness tavern. Including our temperamental captain of the guard. Mebzuth Takuthasmel, a dancer named Ustuth Letmosiklist, a Child and the butcher Atir, Azinias.
8th of Granite. Year 109.
The goblin Bax Stasostxama’s is found dead. Again in the Brass Sourness tavern. A place cursed with death. The creature was contorted in fear and covered in its own tears. Investigations are underway. I suspect the goblin merely saw its own reflection and lost control of itself.
17th of Granite. Year 109
Another brawl. This one in the Temple of Voices. Including the Brewer Nil Fikodniles, the Bard Erith Muthkatdaros, the so-called Poet’s Eshtan Zalisber, and Orrunlimul and lastly the human Bard Posa Alkocstasbo. All caused by Nil Fikodiniles throwing a tantrum. The Axedwarf Sigun Coglensham slipped in a depression and watched the brawl dejectedly. Another petition to join. Another bard. Goden Containedtour shall join. So that they will at least leave my ‘office’.
25th of Granite. Year 109.
The dead begin to rest. The ghost of Vucar Bisekid has not been spotted roaming the halls in some time.
2nd of slate. Year 109.
I had hoped to remain unbothered for as long into the year’s 2nd month as possible. However, barricading myself in my quarters only held off the petitioners for a single day. Welcome to the fort Gido Moontimes. I hope you become as miserable as the rest of us. That it also rains today is appropriate. The ice has at least thawed.
7th of slate. Year 109.
Ado Blossomshimmered joins. Will these petitioners ever end. I feel they may annoy me to death before the years end.
11th of Slate. Year 109.
Damned and blasted bards. Another joins. Thine Lutecaverns. May thy tongue be burned on molten rock.
15th of Slate. Year 109.
The people brawl in the Temple of Voices. I believe they are trying to say that they are dissatisfied. This spread to a riot. The number of people involved is extensive. The human Nomar Flewstokers was killed when the riot spread to the farming level. Killed by the bard Zuntir Arzeskivish.
16th of slate. Year 109.
The riot started in the late hours yesterday continues. Another victim has been claimed. Witnesses report that Osta Uksosesmen, a Goblin Poet, slew the child. I knew allowing the tallow skinned cowards into our lands was a mistake.
17th of slate. Year 109.
Zas Makuthstukos, a Stoneworker, is killed in the continuing riot. This time the Mason Onul Vodzulban is responsible. With this the riot has reached the Pyramids on the surface. Truly a dark day.
18th of slate. Year 109.
The riots continue. Blood runs on the stairs of Threebeard, from the prison of the mountain Titan, to the Temple gallery. Today, more deaths. First an Engraver, Avuz Etaseshtan has died. Slain by the Blacksmith Iden Tincalm. His broken body left atop a masterwork Persimmon wood bed. His blood fills the furrows of the image of lentil plants carved into the floor. I mourn the sanity lost to this place.
Second Thob Dedukthad, a Wrestler and the captain of the Boats of Winter, was left in a pool of his own blood. Next to a still on the farming level. His killer was Vabok Sazikatthir. An engraver and member of The North Vestibules. The death of one of our militia captains to our own is troubling.
Aside from the riots. Ilum Islandsizzled joins. At least this time it is someone useful. A soldier. Yet I must be bothered with these petitioners.
19th of Slate. Year 109.
The violence continues. Claiming the life of Ilral Unaliden. A Presser. In the very Hopital. The third life claimed by Vabok Sazirkatthir, the second in this riot. I suspect this dwarf of treachery. Here me in the next life Avuz Racedgilt, Thob Manocrowds and Ilrarl Bluntedpaddled. I will not ignore Vaboks Perfidy.
20th of Slate. Year 109.
I believe the violence is behind us. Though blood, bile and worse coats the halls. And the broken bodies lay scattered amongst mangled limbs and our citizens teeth. The situation could be worse. Five days of violence and six dead. With five to be put on trial for murder.
I have taken place as leader of the Bots of Winter. And will see that the new members at least drill consistently. In the off season. I have also organized all squads to be filled with volunteers and those who’s labor can be spared when training time comes. Let us hope this brings some sense of unity.
Some good news. If you can call it that. Vabok Sazirakatthir did not survive the night in the hospital. It was ensured. Let the record know. I regret none of my actions. On this day or any other.
24th of Slate. Year 109.
For some insane reason. Aban Cheerfulgilt wishes to join. His attitude is like a stone settling in the gut. I can think of nothing worse for the pestering petitioner than to approve his request. May his fortunes be as our own.
28th of Slate. Year 109.
Another damned bard. Dishmab Helmedstar. Approved. Enjoy! Of course later that day another brawl begins. In the damned Hospital! The Child Sodel Ethramdeduk threw a tantrum and attacked a pet Rooster. Edem Kosothaval, another child, was lost in the brawl. Killed by the Stoneworker Deler Paddlejail. I fear this will become another riot.
1st of Felsite. Year 109.
As I feared. Another riot. This fortress will doom itself from within if this continues. We shall ride this out and then. We will attempt to set the mood of this place right.
2nd of Felsite. Year 109.
The riot continues. Claiming the life of Kadol Geshuddeg. A poet. Though not the greatest loss. It still stings in the face of last month’s violence. The killer was not able to be identified in the chaos.
3rd of Felsite. Year 109.
The riot ended this morning. With no more deaths and only a few bruises. The Hospital is full. The mess has only added another layer atop the last riots. I now focus on rectifying this situation.
6th of Felsite. Year 109.
Woe upon us. For the Forgotten Beast Okag has come! The caverns have been ordered sealed. Until further notice. As a plan is devised.
7th of Felsite. Year 109.
Praise to the gods. The Forgotten Beast Okag has fallen to the denizens of the deep. No dwarf lives need to be lost to see off this threat. The bat people of the caves have slain the creature.
8th of Felsite. Year 109.
Another bard. I approve your citizenship out of spite Shessat Binjudges.
11th of Felsite. Year 109.
The Forgotten Beast Kor Figulguthstak has Come! The second in the same month. Truly this month will be the fall of our humble site.
13th of Felsite. Year 109.
Udi Berrysaffron joins the fortress. For I still stay my hand when Petitioners darken my door. For now.
16th of Felsite. Year 109.
The Beast Kor Figulguthstak meets the Beast Gamo Acodonu in the caverns below. Before a lake of glowing magma. I can only imagine the meeting between the beasts. Light glinting of Zircons in the wall. Shadows and blood cast on the Diorite caverns. Clouded in the steam from the flaming Kor Figulguthstaks recently having crossed the underwater lake.
18th of Felsite. Year 109.
From the evidence. They fought briefly before the magma, before Gamo attempted to escape into the lake. Kor followed and the two fought through the shallow end of the underground lake. Disappearing into the depths while the battle still raged. No sightings of Gamo Acodonu remains. While the flame of Figulguthstaks continues to burn at the bottom of the lake. Putting out a constant stream of steam. Perhaps the three eyed alligator poisonous sting overcame the fires of Kor Figulguthstaks.
26th of Felsite. Year 109.
Nushrat Threepetals joins. Another bard. I swear. When this is over. I will hunt down the one who burdened me with speaking to these frilly story peddlers. We shall have words.
1st of Hematite. Year 109.
First day of the month of Ironbirth. And here we have our first petty petition. Solon Cloisterdtrust. Welcome to our shared hell.
5th of Hematite. Year 109.
Vile spirits have taken the child Cilob Koganlikot. He has killed Obok Orrunlimul and is making… “something” out of the Poets’ corpse.
10th of Hematite. Year 109.
Cilob Koganlikot has finished his vile craft. Shashkeskal Udigast. A menacing spiked bone gauntlet. The remains of Obok Orrunlimul. The child worked for five days in the chest cavity of Obok, to create this fell item.
13th of Hematite. Year 109.
Erush Cloistercolored has been at my door since before the sun rose. Pestering me about his petition to join. He was nearly joined with my drink mug. But I would never destroy so fine a craft. He has joined our settlement.
15th of Hematite. Year 109.
Another death in the fortress. Goden Kastargeshud Tholtigullung Locast. A Child. Has killed Tosid Wheeledblock. That makes five Dwarves killed by Goden. Alongside a Human, a Kobold, a Gander and a Bull. This makes Goden, Son of Surgeon Ushrir Taremmistem, one of our most prolific killers. At 15 Years old and with no military training. Once of age Goden should be added to our military. His abilities already surpass some of our warriors. It is the best we can make out of this tragedy of a childhood.
16th of Hematite. Year 109.
The second murder in as many days by Goden Kastergeshud Tholtigullung Locast. We will remember you Solon Sobirkadol.
17th of Hematite. Year 109.
I do not understand the continued desire to join us here. Not since the riots and invading beasts of the last years. Where does this faith in our potential come from. Fath Inkythunders joins us. By a hair’s breadth. We avoided one of us joining the dead.
18th of Hematite. Year 109.
Perfidious Elves. They came at dawn. With violent intent. An Ambush is just like their cowardly kind.
19th of Hematite. Year 109.
I write this in retrospect on the 21st. On this day we gathered our forces at the entrance to our most grand pyramid. Closing the gate and waiting out the elves was discussed. But too many a dwarf was outside. So she took the risk of moving out. All forty of us together for as much safety as possible. We met the enemy by the northern pool, on the path heading East. Towards the under construction great murder depot of Masochism Tango.
20th of Hematite. Year 109.
We clashed with the Elves for a full day. Those of us with the ammo. Fired our Crossbows in volley. While the rest crashed into the enemy. In the clash, dwarven Steel proved superior to wood. And our discipline better suited to the field than the bark driven madness of the elven forces. The aftermath. Dead Elves. Something to celebrate. Still we fought day and night. Elves coming from our right flank unexpectedly. Bolts and arrows flying back and forth. As pieces were carved from both sides.
21st of Hematite. Year 109.
The Elves are in full retreat. The survivors are being driven before us. The forest littered with the dead and dismembered elven. So far. Degel Limulozsit and Libash Zulbaniseth are the only dead found. Degel, a child massacred cruelly by fiendish elves. Libash, a fine warrior who fell on the field near the battle’s end. A true elf slayer. He will be missed.
Later in the day. Adil Ilralrimad was also found dead. His fall unnoticed in the chaos of battle. Near the shattered corpse of an elf. He appeared peaceful. Lying there in the rye grass. Covered in the blood of elves. The starkness of the difference between the violence the calm after remains with me. Caught in that moment looking at Adils corpse. Another honored elf slayer for the tombs.
Darn. A cavern collapse during a construction project on the lower level has allowed the batfolk in. We march from one disaster to another. We will hold while the hole is covered. Pray it will be swift. The bat people of the caverns are vicious. Having claimed more than one Forgotten Beast that entered their realm.
24th of Hematite. Year 109.
Four days. Four more days and the month would end. But of course. Petitioners. After our victory over the elves I was in a good mood. Likely the only thing that saved Asen Whippedanguish. Welcome to the fort.
27th of Hematite. Year 109.
This month may very well be my end. Today the Forgotten Beast Galka Sathusan Rushan Gamo has Come! An enormous Pterosaur with external ribs. A pair of fan-like antennae adorn its head. The creature was seen to squirm and fidget. We must beware it’s Webs. Immediately it claimed the lives of a pair of wild Elk Bird. With vicious efficiency. Thankfully. The creature appears to have simply moved on. Only hunting the two Elk Birds.
3rd of Malachite. Year 109.
Another brawl. This one started in the farms. Near the stairs. Between a few bards, farmers, a stone worker and the weaver Kol Cugganudil. Kol Cugganudil had an artery torn open by the Bard Besmar Isonudil. An injury that would claim him later in the day. As he lay in the Hospital.
The Forgotten Beast Galka Sathusan Rushan Gamo returned. Engaging the Bat people in conflict. Killing one of the vicious creatures and then disappearing once more.
4th of Malachite. Year 109.
A brawl broke out near the stairs in the apartments. And Led Shieldclout nearly started one in my ‘office’. If this bard would suffer more at my fists then by joining us. Then he would have. I welcome you, Led Shieldclout.
Galka Sathusan Rushan Gamo appears once again. This time it found most of the bat people tribe. Today alone it killed thirteen of them. Together in one encounter. Perhaps the most dangerous creature to arrive.
I ponder if Galka Sathusan Rushan Gamo would defeat Gamo Acodonu. Pterabeast against Alligator beast. Sea fighting air. Poison to Web. Perhaps a solution to one or the other issue. However combining the different cavern systems would be perilous and a large endeavor.
5th of Malachite. Year 109.
Galka Sathusan Rushan Gamo hunts the remaining batpeople through the caverns. Scant few remained after the previous day. For this day. None do in one half. Six remain on the Western half. Luckily, the days of fighting have left the beast unable to move.
7th of Malachite.
Galka Suthusan Rushan Gamo is on the move once again. If slowly.
In the Temple of Voices another large brawl broke out. Will this civil unrest never cease. This may turn into yet another riot.
8th of Malachite. Year 109.
Kemus Visemurder wishes to join and entertain the citizens of Threebeard. The bastard. He is approved. I wager he will be in the hospital within the week.
10th of Malachite. Year 109.
Ukap Rushhopped has petitioned to join. If only we did not need the people. Or if these Petitioners could read the sign on my door.
Galka Sathusan Rushan Gamo has fallen. A bat woman spearman managed to lodge her steel spear in the beast. Dying shortly before the wound claimed Galka. Our enemies strike each other down.
14th of Malachite. Year 109.
Melbil Stinthadstad is found dead in the stone working room. In the stockpile of stone. Covered in blood, but with no indication as to the culprit of the crime.
20th of Malachite. Year 109.
I was enjoying the few days of peace we have had. Attempting to manage morale and head off any further issues. Then Timta Bandedclock came knocking. They may join and let it be known that they live is a sign of my patience.
24th of Malachite. Year 109.
The child Mosus Ethaberith has been missing for a week. We hold out hope. But their return is unlikely.
25th of Malachite. Year 109.
A monster hunter. Halir Yellowpoint wishes to join. We do need more monster hunters. Though this is a tempting chance to take out my frustrations with the Petitioners and end my tenure. I dutifully stamp the request and move on.
5th of Galena. Year 109.
The corpse of Lady Consort Thrathnu Tokeobol was found dead. Covered in blood. The body was located in the stone stockpile in the stone crafting room. The second corpse there in two months. A suspicious coincidence. The area should be monitored closely.
13th of Galena. Year 109.
The Brewer Nil Fikodniles was drawn into a fight started by Ustuth Letmosiklist throwing a tantrum. During which he killed the Bard Olon Kulinrigoth with a single strike to the head. The fight was otherwise a minor event.
16th of Galena. Year 109.
Besmar Scorchgalley. They are my nemesis. Given physical form. The Bard Petitioner. Why are there so many of them!? Why must they pester me so. Another Bard for the melee that this fortress has become.
21st of Galena. Year 109.
I hate Petitioners. It is never a request for a guildhall or some such. Today’s pain in the stones is Umil takenbanks. Welcome I suppose. I hope you suffer as I have.
22nd of Galena. Year 109.
A corpse is found in the food stockpile. No doubt ruining a good portion of the stores. Udil Ubbulamems corpse. One of our Smiths. What he was doing in the farms, I do not know. But it claimed his life. It appears a fight started between him and the Goblin Poet Osta Uksosesmen. Yet more reason that we should have kept the greenskins out.
25th of Galena. Year 109.
Another Petition. A near murder. Ol Scoopraked joins us. Let the Fortress grow. Least our population run out of members to kill.
10th of Limestone. Year 109.
I take solace in that my time is just over half done. Today I allowed Tulon Tomegaze to join our settlement. My will and endurance erodes ever further.
16th of Limestone. Year 109.
This start to Autumn has been calm. With few fights. Punctuated only by these blasted petitioners. A word that has become a curse on my lips. Gostrim Lullgold joins, and his fortunes will plunge with ours.
Also today the caravan from Tunomonul arrived. Goods were moved and negotiations began. It is good to speak with our brothers from the mountain home.
19th of Limestone. Year 109.
We made a trade of Meats, Fish, Plump helmets and Cheese for our crafts. He variety will be welcomed. Sadly this was all brought by the caravans.
20th of Limestone. Year 109.
On this day. Of the month of limestone. It has been announced that Mezdurad has been granted the title of Duchy. Along with command of the surrounding lands. To which there were no other claims. Our labor has been recognized. I see many more pompous nobles in our future. And worse. Petitioners.
22nd of Limestone. Year 109.
The Forgotten Beast Arel Urmimavuz was spotted in the caves beneath. An enormous one eyed toad. Twisted into humanoid form. It is said to squirm and fidget. Clad and clear warty skin. Its blood is said to be deadly.
Arel Urminavuz is known to have killed two of the first dwarves. In the 33rd year, Doren Cudgelguarded and Ingiz Tourmyth.
24th of Limestone. Year 109.
A Forgotten Beast yet again stalks the depths. We are locked from the wealth of the caverns by them, and the bat people. Yet. Perhaps Because of this. Another brawl. Another large riot. The Temple of Voices at the center this time. Again. I have taken the chance for some revenge on the Bards.
The spirits also curse us. Kib Kubuklisat has been possessed. He claimed a forge. We shall see what he creates.
25th of Limestone. Year 109.
The riot claimed a first victim on its second day. The brawl has spread up and down the main stairs. Id Amostoslan died on the stairs below the farms. Slain by Zait Asteshbekar. Noted as a skilled fighter and adequate Hammerdwarf.
26th of Limestone.
The fighting continued late into the night. But finally. Just before dawn. It broke. We count the injured and pick up the teeth.
15th of Sandstone. Year 109.
A blessed 17 days consisting of only labor, minor scuffles and the creation of masterworks. A streak broken only by Sigun Crystalsneaked. Who wishes to join our slowly crashing fort. The stairs reek of decay, Sigun shall be set to cleaning them.
Kib Kubuklisat continues to mutter in his forge. We have listened to his whispers and are attempting to prepare the required materials. I pray we do before the spirits take his mind.
24th of Sandstone. Year 109.
The child Fikod Turelerib threw a tantrum. In his rage he killed Degel Amemmuthkat. One of our doctors. The House of Whips shall dearly miss the extra hand.
Kib Kubuklisat continues to wait in the Forge. The furnaces run constantly, the jeweler’s cut every gem we have, stone is carved from the mountain, hides are tanned and cloth weaved. We shall find this Dwarf what the spirits demand.
27th of Sandstone. Year 109.
Kib Kubuklisat has claimed all materials and begun working. Shoduk Lisat he mutters. Let us hope we were in time to save his mind from the spirits.
3rd of Timber. Year 109.
A most hated month. A most hated event. A petitioner, another entertainer, named Ilral Actedflags has been approved to join us.
Something to brighten the mood. Kib Kukuklisat has created Shoduk Lisat. A Copper Mace of the highest craftsdwarfship. Encrusted with rectangular Bituminous Coal cabochons and cushion cut Aventurine. cabochons. It is encircled with bands of cave Spider Silk, Cow leather, pear cut shards and point cut Bloodstones. It menaces with spikes of Pig Tail. On the item is an image of Onec Jewelallied, the human, in copper, traveling.
4th of Timber. Year 109.
The Forgotten Beast Arel Urmimavuz has been spotted once more. Another battle with the bat people below. The vicious bat spawn claim another forgotten beast as a kill.
9th of Timber. Year 109.
The path down to the Magma sea delved by my forebearer has been completed. I suggest the next in line for this burden expand our refineries and forges. So the metals may flow. I do not believe I will have the time. (Shift+F1 to view)
22nd of Timber. Year 109.
A dwarf named Mistem Lensgray nearly died this morning. However it is my duty to give petitioners a fair hearing and consider them. Thus he is duly approved.
3rd of Moonstone. Year 109.
Praise be. On this day we discover Adamantine veins. Perhaps our fortunes have shifted. This can only end well for our fortress.
5th of Moonstone. Year 109.
I rejoice in being near the end of my tenure. For it means this will be one of the last Petitioners I must deal with. Ned Twistwash has joined us. May this be the worst mistake they have ever made.
16th of Moonstone. Year 109.
Something strange was found beneath. A strange pale metal cap. It’s quality is obvious. However nothing about it tells us who made it, or how it got buried so far beneath the earth.
21st of Moonstone. Year 109.
Cubra Pekbekdil. One of the Barons Consorts. Has been found dead in the Temple of Voices. Though covered in blood. No obvious cause has been found. She did report to the hospital with a cave spider bite recently. Perhaps she ran afoul of the spider’s toxins.
27th of Moonstone. Year 109.
Another riot on the temple level. This is our largest one yet. So far stoneworker’s Shorast Imushablel, Rigoth Asobkeshshak the bard Hathur Emmuma,and a dog have been killed in the violence.
28th of Moonstone. Year 109.
The violence continues. Asthi Ewomgisu the human axeman, the Macedwarf Nish Fikodusen, the Bard’s Tekkud Avuzsibrek, Dishmab Zonvir, Zon Bershigos, Catten Limulasrer, Zuglar Umraltar, Deduk Misstakud, the poet Kogan Likotrab, the farmer Cerol Bidokatis, and the child Dumat Zuntirrurast have fallen today.
1st of Opal. Year 109.
Though the violence continues. There were no deaths today. Thank the makers.
2nd of Opal.
The violence subsided last evening. With 13 dead and dozens injured. Once more our halls run with dwarven blood, bile and dismembered bones and organs. The temple of Voices is particularly grim. We count the wounded, bury the dead and engrave memorials to the fallen.
22nd Opal. Year 109.
Something. Revolting. Was discovered as we labored to uncover more adamantine. All mining was quickly canceled and the guard deployed. Luckily no deaths. Other than creatures on. However the Goblin Strodno Gonuksos was injured. Badly. We hope he survives. If not he will be honored.
26th of Opal. Year 109.
Iden Dunesbusts, our Militia Commander, has withdrawn from society. They have begun to act with suspicious secrecy. He took over a Stoneworkers workshop. Refusing to explain his actions or intentions. We have left him be and will keep an eye on this situation.
3rd of Obsidian. Year 109.
Thank the maker. My watch almost ends. However we lost another. Cilob Eddudavuz’s corpse was found. Covered in his own blood, in the Pyramid. The culprit is unknown.
7th of Obsidian. Year 109.
Delving around the Adamantium have revealed another buried treasure. A large frilly mask. Made out of a strange, almost flowing metal.
15th of Obsidian. Year 109.
Nushrat Akkubese, Threepetals, is killed in a brawl. As should be the fate of all petitioners. Still we must investigate the death of our own. Unfortunately the identity of the killer was lost to the chaos.
16th of Obsidian. Year 109.
Vile Theft. The artifact, Shashkeskal Udirgast, has been taken from its proper place! The spiked bone gauntlet crafted from the murdered Obok, by the blood drenched hands of Cilob. The fortress has been ordered locked. It will be found.
A quick search located the culprit and Gauntlet. It was taken by Kib Kukbuklisat. They will be questioned.
A dungeon has begun construction.
21st of Obsidian. Year 109.
My watch draws near. Yet I strangely find myself regretting it’s near end. With Shashkeskal still missing. I thirst to see it returned. Still, when I am discharged of this duty. I vow to hunt the gauntlet down. Even if it kills me. Should it leave the fort. I will follow it till the earth’s ends. Should it be cast into the void. I would dive after it. This shall be my burden until the gauntlet is recovered. Investigating further, I have found the Gauntlet to have passed to the human Peddler Lokum Shememen. If it should make its way out of the fort. I will hunt this person down first and extract revenge for their perfidy.
23rd of Obsidian. Year 109.
I confronted the human thief and soundly beat her. Leaving her wounded and bleeding. Shashkeskal has been recovered. I now begin my search for a replacement.
24th of Obsidian. Year 109.
Lokum Shememen died. I care not if by injury or the revenge of another Dwarf. Their body is but refuse now.
25th of Obsidian. Year 109.
Our Militia Commander Iden Astisablel has begun a mysterious construction. What is made I eagerly await.
28th of Obsidian. Year 109.
My tenure ends. Under my watch, despite efforts against this outcome, the mood of the fort grew ever darker. Now violence amongst kin is constant. The corpses have piled high and our population is stricken by loss. Over 1 in 10 of us have fallen. Our relics lay unsecured. The caverns are filled with the blood curdling war cries of bat folk. The corpses of Forgotten beasts a testament to their vicious might. The great pit trap remains incomplete. And dark mysteries lay beneath. What is that laughing I hear in the walls so deep down?
Still there is good. The magma see lays open for use. Adamantine and rich veins of diamond. Many a wonder has been forged by our hands. The attempts at their theft so far thwarted. Many of the restless dead have been given their final resting place. The ever constant stream of petitioners has, for me at least, ended. And finally. We still endure. The earth is struck.
I go now to burden another poor fool with this position. I believe that Threebeards needs broad shoulders and a strong hand to guide us through. I believe I have located the best individual.
Nabas namàsh and lam ellest!
End of Year 109
