Custodian's Log DwarfDate 1056 02 24
I heard some belching and croaking coming from below the fortress. Sure hope it's just my imagination. The alternative is too terrifying to bear. Digging on the workshop zone has been completed as well as the area below. Though I am unsure what exactly should be placed there I'm almost certain that it's purpose will be revealed to me soon. If only I could find the time to sleep.
Custodian's Log DwarfDate 1056 02 25
A Weaver by the name of Irontomes wandered into the caverns and found a creature of unknowable terrors. I've ordered the caverns sealed properly. It likely won't be enough.
Custodian's Log DwarfDate 1056 02 27
The beast has breached our defenses. (Yet another thing I intend to blame on my predecessor.) I'm sending every available dwarf to take it out. Hopefully they can take it out quickly... Without too much fuss.
“Your chosen has died.”
“Figures. These mortals are so fragile.”
` “Perhaps it was too early to release the beast?”
“No. Anyone who couldn't withstand such a simple creature could not have withstood the trials to come. I will start the possessions immediately.
“Moving it all ahead?”
“It will be difficult to get one less obsessed with cleaning to do such work for us. And it is not like he had any friends or family to continue on his work.”
“Then we shall begin immediately.”
Diary of Izak Willtorch 02 28
Our overseer has died in combat with the great beast (Along with a few other more useful dwarves) and as such we now have no leader. The other dwarves do not seem to mind much however. They've all left the site of the battle scurrying to work on their own projects. It's like as soon as he died everyone remembered that they have their own projects to work on. Though it may be a dishonorable thing to steal from the dead I have taken the key to the Overseers office from Chaz's corpse. I would like to see what precisely he had planned for the remainder of his reign. Besides it isn't like anyone will notice. They're all far to busy hauling furniture into the reservoir.
“It would seem your next chosen has chosen himself.”
“Good. I really did not want to have to comb through the entire population again. But how to convince him that my goals and his line up.”
“Use the beast.”
“The wisest thing you have said in a long while.”
Diary of Izak Willtorch 03 04
` I'm not sure where the last few days have gone. I had the key in my hand intending to go to the overseers office when suddenly I found myself standing in my workshop making a toy hammer (A very nice toy hammer I might add) Most of the other dwarves are telling me of similar events. It also seems that this stick in my pocket marks me as the new overseer. Did we have a particularly drunken election? Either way ass soon as this damn reservoir is filled I intend to forbid the drinking of booze. If only for a little while. Something just isn't right.
Diary of Izak Willtorch 03 07
I've made yet another brilliant work of art. This one depicts the overseer before last (the one who forgot that wooden doors do not protect fortresses) terrified of some wee snakes. I found it amusing. Zoey did not.
Diary of Izak Willtorch 03 11
The reservoir has finally been completed! I lost a miner and some fool gemsmith to the onrush of water but idiots are acceptable losses. Everyone was quite excited about it. I guess I really have done something useful. And unlike my predecessor it only took me two weeks. Not bad if I do say so myself. In celebration I have made a toy axe. Not sure why I didn't make a toy lever or something more appropriate. Frankly I just kind of make whatever seems to live within the stone. Now we can all drink water should our liquor become. Whatever it takes to make a byproduct of rotten plants bad.
“That was easier than I anticipated. What exactly did you plant in this one?”
“Nothing much. Just a bit of worry about poisoned drink.”
“How ironic. Isn't that what you just gave them?”
“Often when mortals try to avoid a certain event happening they cause that very event to happen. Some might call it fate.”
“But not you?”
“There is no fate. Only manipulation.”
Diary of Izak Willtorch 03 13
I've had our goblin brewer inspect each of our 5082 bottles of Booze. It insists that there is no taint. For now I will trust it's judgment after all I doubt forcing everyone to drink only water would go over very well.
Note to self: Ask Zoey how to Sex Goblins.
Note to self: Rephrase all future questions about goblin gender. Zoey slaps hard.