You enter a stone-worked room, covered in browning molds and inch-thick layers of dust. There is a rotting bookshelf, spilled in either vandalism or age. Light creeps in through a thinly paned glass window, which is layered in webs and glazed in mildew. In the center of the room is a red-oak table, on which a stone tablet lies. You begin to read the stone tablet.
"Anamkulet's dobargemesh ArkAdagbomrek"
Is the largest, centered text.
Your companion, a Dwarven Archeologist steps forward to translate."
"In yar tongue it'd be 'Ageword's createconflict ArkAdagbomrek', which'd be a history tome, about new-fangled clan-wars, written by an ArkAdagbomrek."The text continues...Anamkulet's dobargemesh ArkAdagbomrek
The book seems to be journal entries, perhaps of this Ark Adagbomrek.One of my workers informed me that it is the 22nd of Felsite.
We came to Twohermits in hope of living in a glorious mountain home.
Due to some severe infighting, I left the old fort with my flock of loyal men.
I heard blood-chilling screams in the night, and noticed Rune-stones on my way here.
I pray deeply that they did not get besieged by demons... Could these posts be magic wards to protect us?
I shall not dally on these hypotheticals, and I must dig out a home for my dwarves within a year, shall the enchantments on the wards wear out.
There is a pit over here. It has a purple, glowing lever. I am sure it is an enchanted wand of sealing, a final gift from the great wizards who lived in the adjacent fortress.
THERE DREAMS SHALL LIVE ON.
Along my group are...
Dodok Lokumkifed, Batchelor
Datan Shorastudil, Lye Maker
Kubuk Bimzokun, Thresher
Logem Imilral, Peasant
Samus Ledilash, Hearthmaster
Datan Matablel, Mason
Domas Dodokiden, Fish Cleaner
Libash Zonalis, Furnace Operator
Eral Endokbecor, Bachelor
Mafol Azothmedtob, Tapmaster
Domas Nunokkulet, Stonecrafter
Fikod Morulotin, Fisherdwarf
Tosid Sakrithlogem, Weaver
Ducim Rovodrodim, Miner
Ingish Alenkubuk, Fishery Worker
and Kogsak Sarveshrath, Craftsdwarf
A rather rambling sentence reads...The U menu will be just useless in this game =p
Ducim has begun mining out a living space deep in the ground.
None of these tossers have work ethic!
We are going hungry, but no one has volunteered to gather surface-plants!
...Due to an oversight, SOMEONE forgot to bring a wagon. (I'm looking at you, Rovod from sparkgears 3!)
The dwarves are to busy eating the crops to brew them.
I fear for my life.
I FEEL GREAT JOY.
AS IF SOME DWARVES A FEW MILES AWAY HAVE MARRIED.
Samus had enough brain power to BREW a drink (out of the sunberries no less).
The humans have arrived.
And yet couldn't figure how to get to our trade depot.
I had to drink water for the first time in my life.
I have hit a new low.
We traded the stuff lying on the ground to the humans for meat and plants.
The famine has ended!
I feel a disturbance on the other side of the rune-posts.
I feel that a milker...No, a weaver has become possessed by a demon force.
I wish I could help this poor slave.
I wish.
Atir Langguditon has grown to become a cow.
I REALY hope he was a calf before, or the magic on that side of the fort is a horrible, eldrich sort.
The weaver I mentioned before, I feel his rage growing...
From what I can divine, he ripped apart the gateman (Crash) and was rushed by the rest of them.
The dry season has come, I hope we have booze for the month.
A caravan has arrived!
Huzzahs all around!
We will trade them our...Well fuck.
I traded some cloth that was left over and some booze for some food.
Hit gold on the way to the future farms.
I feel something....A wood...No, Bone carver has withdrawn from society.
I dare say that this might end as poorly as the other mood.
I tried to intervene this time, I willed a craftsdwarves workshop to be made, and Lo and behold, The spirits have left this relm.
Some migrants have arrived! Horrah for all!
Winter is upon us.
The Hamlet Liaison has been here for a while.
I do think he is still looking for the ruler of the last fort.
Oh dear.
ARGH.
I RAN INTO GOBLINS.
DWARF FORCE ACTIVACTE.
The tablet is stained in blood, the leader must have been carrying it as he was slain.
Another set of notes, written by a different Dwarf continues past.--Domas, Woodcutter
I have found this historystone on the dwarf who said he was the leader, but didn't do much.
I am axe-heading the operations in a more hands on way.
Starting with military training.
A snatcher walked into my axe.
Twice.
I hear the cries of a baby dwarf.
Perhaps the last leader over-estimated the circumstances of the opposite fort.
The dwarves at the other fort were dehydrating to death because a snakeman was near the well, SO I POPPED THEIR EYES OUT FOR A FEW MINUTES.
Oh hurrah, the wet season has arrived!
My weaver, Datan has withdrawn from society.
Elves have arrived.
I have decided to steal the stuff.
A weaver went berserk.
...But he is doing nothing...
Why? (OH YEAH NO EYES)
And more migrants.
All shall be farmers.
Some of my dwarves are mentioning a "nil" guy becoming mayor, Who in the name of armok is he?
Word on the street is that Nil doesn't want us exporting Serrated disks.
Thats common sense.
Achthfhlahg. I solved my own food problem, So on to tha next turn.
The text leaves you stunned, as you look around at the ruined structure around you, wondering what could have caused this destruction...
You decide to walk across past the "rune stones" and read the story of this fort's sister... 
