My father tells me to stay away from the mason's cult. He says that they're occult artifact-makers who sacrifice animals to appease the monsters. Father thinks that they should join the militia if they want to get rid of the monsters, not throw away our food supply. I think he's wrong. Saint, the cult leader, has talked to me and he's very nice. He occasionally gives me tablets to read. I've been inspired! I've decided to start my own diary.
Today Mr. Saint gave me a new name. He calls me "Slathazer Vorcackon Genavorchawich". It sounds like a boys name to be honest. It's strange, but I think it's nice "Slathazer: born 192". Mother and father think I'm acting strangely. They took me to one of the doctors and had them check me for some reason. I haven't told them about the journal.
Mr. Saint invited me to see the alter he built today. They were throwing a goblin down a pit. I was frightened, but Mr. Saint comforted me.
Afterwards I felt different... more intelligent somehow. I can't really explain it but I felt like I deserved something. I decided to ask Mr. Saint about it, but he just chuckled.
28th Galena, 196
Something odd happened today. I slipped past the miners who were doing nothing at the dining table, talking I guess. I was just thinking that it would be nice for them to dig a big grand siege area when one of them suggested it to them all, and they all got up and went out the door to build one! Maybe mother and father were right about something being weird...
15 limestone, 196
I've ordered the building of a sliding wall near the main entrance. I hope to build a road to our trade depot shortly. My new siege chamber is going excellent. There will be plenty of goblins to throw down the chamber once it it finished.
How you may ask? Well, I've discovered that merely by brushing past people I can give them commands. I also feel a strange rush of joy and energy when I command them. I feel alive, invigorated, powerful. I think even Mr. Saint is slightly afraid of me.
17 Limestone, 196
There is another frenzy going on. People are rushing and fearful again. It seems that there is another forgotten beast! This one is an insect and a hornet. It would seem benificial to kill it, perhaps put up its bones atop the altar... I need to go down to the military to influence them... This is fun!
I don't know how the feeble militia will be able to get down to the beast safely though, I better wait for it to come to me...
19 Limestone, 196
I tried to tell the dwarves to honor the great hero Ikidarsha but with this new power there seems also to be the inability to properly explain what I wish. Ikidarsha's body had dissapeared, it seemed, after I ordered her peasants coffin to be removed so that she could be moved to a better one. I asked around and found an idiot thresher by the name of Alath Rovodcog throwing our great heros body into a refuse pile of hands and limbs of people Ikidarsha herself most likely removed. Alath will be suffering a slight drop into the altar shortly...
28th Limestone, 196
Finally I got the buffoons to properly bury Miss Ikidarsha. I kindly asked one of the engravers if he could engrave the walls with images of her. He apparently ignored me though. Pictures of Crewtowns dwarves laboring and travelling, as well as a picture of the mayor. Beats pictures of cheese I guess.
2nd sandstone, 196
Lolor Adilnazon has been acting strangely. He's been quiet and not cooking. He then went downstairs and claimed a whole Craftsdwarves workshop. Though it's not like anyone else was using it.
19 Sandstone, 196
The buffoons kept suspending the building of of the trade doorway, when I asked them why they said there was a sock in the way. They didn't want to move it if it wasn't theirs, so they just gave up the project. I tried to explain to them that if goblins were to attack (something Mr. Saint says is very likely) they would have a wide open entrance to the fortress, but they just shrugged and said that they didn't know whose it was.
The work on the choke point for the fortress is going well, as is my astronomically increasing intelligence. Nobody seems to bother with me now except when I tell them to do things. We seem to have an exact balance of food. I think we should have more of it so that when migrants come they won't make the fortress starve, I'll influence the planters to see if they can point me in a direction...
26 Sandstone, 196
Lolor, the lowly cook came sprinting up the staircase like a child. (It was childish to even me.) he was holding with glee this new thing he had made "Eresod!" He proudly proclaimed, holding up a mess of small bones. "It's a bin! We can store stuff in it!". Though a turkey bone bin isn't something wholly contributory to the fortress, Lolor did learn a few things about bonecarving. I told him to make some bolts for our archers to not practice with.
27 Sandstone, 196
Bim Adagonul fell today. He was digging out the floor and fell. He was unconsious for a few hours, then got back up and was fine.
1st Timber, 196
I knew that Migrants would come. "Despite the danger" too. They must have heard something about my fort (hehe "My Fort" has a nice ring to it. I'm the only reason we're doing anything anyways...) and got all worried. Well, it's to the engraving for the lot of them. There are nine in total. One decent Mason who Mr. Saint will no doubt gladly bring into our little cult, and one Yak Cow which I immediatly ordered to be slaughtered.
4th Opal, 196
In channeling out the floor, Mr. Miner got stuck. I need to find a way to get him to come down.
5th Opal, 196
I feel fuzzy somehow. Like... I'm fading or in a dream.
15th Opal, 196
I've had the cute animal traner training for months now, and with all the spare beasts around we'll have a fine army of dogs and war grizzly bears soon to help kill those cute goblins... *Drawn is a very crude picture of a bear along with some dwarves*
19th Opal, 196
The Miners are bored, so I asked them to dig beneath the lava. We saw some strange ores down there. They look pretty...
They keep shouting that the stone is warm for some reason. I told them to dig it anyways.
24th opal, 196
people are obeying me less now. I don't know why. Even the Masons seem not to want to do what I ask. I think I'm fading away. My powers are fading away...
I've built lodgings for 40 people, and dug out some for 20 more. Nearly 30 dwarves don't have any rooms. I don't understand after nearly 20 years of life, the fortress holds 145 dwarves, but only has room for 90? Hopefully these new apartments will fix that problem. They are much smaller, but tightly packed and easily managable. The bigger rooms can be engraved and reserved for the nobles.
3rd Obsision, 196
Mr. Zuntirzanor started building something today. Like I said, my power is waning.
8th Obsidian, 196
It's a toy hammer.
11th Obsidian, 196
The forgotten beast came in somehow. He came out of nowhere. I asked the military to face him. They killed him in a few minutes, with only the loss of one dog.
16th Obsidian, 196
An Auride trader came today. She just went into the old dining room and sath there looking expectant. Oh no. There are more coming. They look very strange...
19th Obsidian, 196
What the- ANOTHER forgotten beast? I can hear it growling all the way from my bedroom. It frightens me...
These Aurides seem extremely impressed by our crafts. They're not that pretty though... For a few bins of the things they gave us wood, food, metal...
2th Obsidian, 196
Im almost bored now. A lot of my people won't do what I ask anyways, so I might as well let them to their own desires. I'll lay low for a while and try to study more.
Thanks a lot for letting me play, guys! when next the turn comes to me I'll probably do it again. Good luck to the next player!
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http://dffd.wimbli.com/file.php?id=4925I do have screenshots, but I'll edit them in later.
