Smallhands: Year 164Summer+Journal of the Gravekeeper+
It's...so, look, here's the thing - I get it. It IS evil, I know - but let's be real about this: the fever is a problem. A big problem.
And listen. I don't like to fight anybody. I wish we could just be locked up in this fort forever, but we all know that's not how it works. Things come in. Things go out. People fight, people die. I, of all people, would know.
I'm not saying we kill everyone - I'm just saying we try it. Here's the plan...
We need a necromancer in a cage. (Easily obtainable. There are two in the fortress already.)
We need a dwarf who is afflicted with the fever. (Anyone will do, and that includes almost everyone in Smallhands.)
We wall in a dwarf and have them die of dehydration. (Stinthad didn't complain about, and it ensures the body is totally in tact.) [Addendum: this may happen on its own, I observed several dwarves wall themselves in last season.]
The necromancer must be agitated into raising allies. (Here is the genius part - bees. A bee sting should be enough to engage a necromancer's fight or flight response.)
The necromancer raises the dwarf as an intelligent undead. (Nogood seemed to enjoy it.)
We revert the undead into a regular dwarf. (Why is no one talking about Nogood being all living and breathing now?)
Alright, I know - it's "illegal" and also completely immoral. Look, I'm not excited about it either, but let's be real - I'm the grave digger. I'm the one who is putting everyone in their final resting places, and let's not kid for a second here - there's been a lot of death in Smallhands. The halls reek of it. The first cavern layer is a monument to death, and the surface is either knee deep in bones or ankle deep in blood.
I'm not going to just wait around for my few friends to die. I'm doing this, whether the overseer likes it or not.

=Journal of Reg Pickcrab=
(definitely not 12000 bees in a trench coat)
I buzzed to the center of the fort. Olin told us that King Zultan was trying to arrest Tholtig for trying to let Lapama arrest our artifacts. Intrigued, we looked on from a safe distance. I don't know if dwarves need their abdomens, but King Zultan really punched Tholtig's several times and very hard. Tholtig was dragged to a cage for imprisonment.
That settles it, we think.
The large mug is probably secure, according to the drunkard who was in charge of our safety and also has many statues. To be safe, we installed a bridge which can act as an impenetrable wall in this hallway:

After several failed attempts at testing, I was informed that these walls only work with a lever. I installed it in the stairs directly below it, which seemed like an easy to forget place, and therefore, perfectly inconspicuous.

King Zultan approached us with a concerned look in her face. I informed her that she was very sweaty, but she didn't seem to like that. She said that the crime of who had originally helped Lapama remained open. Without a sentence, the dwarves will become unhappy. She said she had interrogated several people, but there are no current leads.
I pointed to a dwarf who was walking by and said that they were guilty. King Zultan, seemingly happy with something to do, dragged them off.

That settles it, we think.
The humans have very few things worth taking. I tried to give them a lot of
honey crafts, but Auze decided to take a break from the haggling. We wish the humans would leave already. They're making me nervous with their walking in our halls...
Some beakdogs were born which means their delicious parents can be killed.
The pile of bad skeletons were removed. It does not seem to matter much, though. We have noticed that there are only a few dwarves left who don't like some skeletons. Everyone else either likes them or is indifferent toward them.
I think there was a fight in the fortress somewhere. We saw a dwarf crawling on the ground today. Their second set of legs seemed to be very injured.

The hive has been tidied up a bit. The autumn fast approaches, and we believe it is traditional for dwarves to go out and
collect pollen raid during this time. Oh, sometimes we do enjoy being a dwarf.
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OOC:
Well... I had actually intended to bring Phonso into my story here but then I accidentally convicted him of treason.
43 strikes of the hammer almost killed him - but luckily mostly his legs were targeted. With the inability to stand and the fever, he is likely our slowest dwarf...
Speaking of slow - there is just about nothing going on in the fort these days. I'm going to start raiding necromancers.
FPS seems alright - the caravan brought it down a lot but also brought like 10-15 guards to wander, plus all the hauling jobs, it was to be expected.