Diary of Izak Willtorch 03 14
The more I look into this janitors scribbled notes the more I begin to worry. There's mentions of a great disaster which can only be stopped by some strange substance. In addition he carved out large sections of the fortress without really knowing why. So now there is a huge series of interconnected rooms who's purpose is unknowable. The mess of the recent battle is still scattered about the staircase. And the pile of bodies to be disposed of is massive. Well perhaps not massive. Considering that we did fight a creature that has existed since before the first dwarf was even a thought I would call our pile of corpses moderate. But nonetheless this does mean that there are coffins to fill and slabs to engrave. It wouldn't be nice of me to leave the next overseer a horde of disgruntled ghosts to deal with.
The sleeping bodies of Izak Willtorch and Zoey RoyalBodice did little to reveal the things shown to them that night. The sky shining bright exposing the entire fortress to the suns yellow glow. And below the sound of a hundred creatures like the one they just fought off. Only this time there is something different about them. The brave warriors who dare to try and hold them in the stairwells find themselves covered in fluids erupting from the beasts. And on every patch of dwaven skin touched by the fluids erupts a layer of pustules and boils. The skin melts and causes the poor warriors great suffering. But wait. What is this? One familiar in spirit but not in flesh. He holds in his hands a brick whiter than the sun above, more powerful than the demons below oh and it keeps those damn boils from going so crazy. If only they had a way to obtain one of these all powerful bricks. If only.
“Have you any idea how stupid you sound talking to yourself?”
“Oh quit it. You know the process of implanting these thoughts as well as any other. Besides adding tension helps make the memories stick... Didn't really count on the girl being there though... Suppose that just means two heads rather than one.”
“Why not just tell them the formula? It's not like it is that complicated.
“Just revealing the answer to them wouldn't make sure that they as well as their society as a whole bother to remember how to make the stuff.”
“But there was one once before who's bricks saved the entire kingdom.”
“Ahh but only in a time before time. It is no longer history. Just legend.”
“But if these ones cannot summon the soaper...”
“Then they won't survive the plague to come.”
Diary of Izak Willtorch 03 26
I have woken from a long sleep. I now know why the Janitor sought to create this fifth cleanser of his. Such dreams must have been his curse. And in taking the rutile hat of leadership I have also taken his curse. But what would a simple stonecrafter know about making cleaning agents? I find myself wondering if I could give the hat to someone else they would take the curse with them. Somehow I doubt it. But perhaps If I can make this white brick I can stop the curse altogether. Or perhaps I should destroy the object that gave me this curse. It would without doubt cause much outrage. But I am sure it would be worth it.
“So uh. Overseer!”
“What is it?”
“Well I've had that fat made into tallow as you requested”
“What? What Fat?”
“The beast! We took it into that new kitchen you had us make butchered the bastard then made his fat into tallow. The paperwork says not to cook it so...”
“Tell me... What is your Name?”
“TourBegins. I was there during the battle of the stairwell. Saw a lot of... But tha's not important. I want to know what to do with this damn tallow. If I canne' Cook it there isn much reason for it ta be in ma' wey.”
“Why don't you just put it in a stockpile for now... And show me that paperwork. I do not remember issuing that order.”
Dear Diary,
Today I have committed treason. The sort for which most dwarves would find themselves executed. I took some paperwork from the overseers office an commissioned a few places to be built. Just kitchens and butchers shops for now. But I believe that with just a little more effort I can unlock the secret of the white brick. See while that fool Izak was staring at piles of corpses and bedazzled by brilliant battles I sought something far more important. Ingredients. So far I have nailed down Tallow and oil as possible ingredients. And why make simple tallow when we can use what the great beast left us. How poetic. To use the flesh of one beast to fend off another.
In other news who's discovery will not get me executed I have made my last slab. I know that chances are that this gods forsaken place will soon have need for more but such morbid work ill suits me. So for now I am back to making coffers and Armor Stands. If I understand correctly there is some talk of replacing all inferior furniture with masterworks. What a wonderful thought. After all I seem to make most of the furniture around here anyway. But how nice would it be for everyone to sit on the nicest of seats and sleep in the finest of beds (I suppose someone else will have to make those) I certainly can see the benefits.
Diary of Izak Willtorch 04 03
Summer brings with it ill omens indeed. A werebeast has come. And we've no way to secure the fortress in time. I am not very experienced in such matters but have decided to send the millitary to defend the entrance to the fortress. Hopefully The Armored Braids are a good choice for this encounter.
It seems that the WereShrew has reverted to its human form. The Sparks are being sent to subdue and hopefully capture it.
Diary of Izak Willtorch 04 07
It would seem that some of the nobility is less than pleased with their current living arrangements. I am sorely tempted to simply assign the obnoxious noble to the soon to be emptied reservoir (Which will then be the soon to be filled reservoir) but have decided against it. I doubt the StarCats would be pleased if I was to assassinate their king. So instead Zoey is making more furniture. Not that she minds. To “Celebrate” this new exciting mission I have made a crown of diorite. It's actually pretty good for a work done in anger.
Diary of Izak Willtorch 04 10
There are a lot of reports of a bucket shortage. I'm having our grandmasters of carpentry and metalworking make a few. I wonder where they're all going?
Diary of Izak Willtorch 04 13
What an eventful month this is indeed. The office is built and furnished to the liking of the CatKing and we've been visited by a human diplomat. But to top it all off one of the carpenters stopped speaking and ran off to his workshop. I caught a look at some of his notes. Strange. No words just some drawings. Hope this RoomFaces fella makes us something worthy of the title Legendary. Else I'll just have him killed.
Diary of Izak Willtorch 04 21
RoomFaces has indeed made us something quite useful. An animal trap that can be used to catch even the greatest of vermin. I suppose this will mean that he will NOT be executed. Darn. I was looking forward to finding creative ways to dispose of a dwarf. Might as well practice for when the next noble gets too uppity.
OOC: What a shell of a post. I was hoping the soaper would be back by the time I posted this... Looks like Civ bit deep (Was it civ he said he would be obsessed with for awhile?) Oh and I thought I would attach an image of Pyrite drinking deep. Thanks Frames!!!
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