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To arms! Death to all friends of nature!

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Let peace return, we've humiliated them enough.

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[Splint]

Contributions updated, and lovely journal as always! That update may or may not come tonight or tomorrow. Depends on if I feel like playing after I finish my little story regarding the gods and if not tonight, how much energy I have tomorrow afternoon (going to be hauling bits of rock and then going to the movies tomorrow.)

I will say this much: Three dwarves now have full mithril plate armor (thanks to both Nidor's prayers and three crates of steel bars we bought with some junk armor from the humans.)

[Tenderroast]

Spoiler: Journal of Tenderroast, the (wannabe) PyroMancer (click to show/hide)

16th of Felsite, 142
I wandered past Arcvasti's workshop and saw something today. Arcvasti's face was twisted in rage. I dont think he noticed me, but I need to find out why he is mad. I dont want to be the poor dwarf that sends him over the edge.

17th of Felsite, 142
As I was tending the forges, and idea came over me. I glanced around to make sure nobody would notice what I was doing. I called upon the flames to find out what fires were burning within the mind and soul of Arcvasti. And I was horrified at their response. While he was in jail earlier this month, NOBODY visited him. Nobody brought him anything to drink! I shudder at the thought of a sober death.... Though I know myself to be of at least partial blame, for I could have brought him a barrel of rum myself, I know that I had been busy with making a large batch of coal for the furnaces and lost track of time. In fact I didnt even realize that Arc was IN jail, until he was already released.

1st of Hematite
Oh journal, the flames have told me much today. Arcvasti's rage has proven a good thing for me today! He wants to work on magical theory! I am another step closer to being able to wield the fires in battle against the filthy goblins, and evil frosties! But i had a close call as well. Psi noticed my smelter was brighter than the rest today, and came over to ask me what was going on. I lied, and told him that I was praying to Armok to bless the steel I was making. He suggested I become a Priest! Gods, no! That is one of the last things I would want!

[Splint]

I'm a little rusty on the regular ol' storytelling front, but here's a little something. Tell me what you guys think.

Spoiler: A Meeting of Deities (click to show/hide)

Eight gods sat gathered in a strange ethereal locale, as did the emaciated spirits of two long slain plague wraiths, chained beside the thrown of the god of speech, Lim. Across from Lim sat Rulush, the snake god of oceans, seas, and rivers. To Lim's right, Avuz Carminemines the goddess of gems and minerals (and surrounded by sacks of such thing,) and to his left Stettad the god of wealth, his purple finery cascading off of his unnecessarily opulent chair. Across from them were Uz, the god of war and the god most concerned with mortal matters (the matters of mortal battles that is,) and the god of various metals Lurit on Rulush's left and right. Between the two groups sat Tath, the god of lies, who sat in a blue painted chair of some nondescript stone chipping away at a strange iron slab on the left and Kogan, the most surly of the bunch, on the right.

"This is unacceptable, you all now it!" Lim blurted out angrily, getting to his feet. "That thing has no right being worshipped by our people!" Came his following shout, angrily pointing at Rulush.

"Oh? And what exactly is wrong with them turning to worship me?" The snake said back in a smooth voice, one that nearly mimicked Lim's usual tone of professionalism with ahint of a suave talker. Avuz looked slightly confused by the Asp god's lake of a lisp that so many snakes had when they spoke.

"Everything!" Came Stettad's response, his ire reflecting the standing god of speech's.

"They are not elves, they are dwarves." Lim continued "They shouldn't be worshipping some water-loving lizard."

"Please, I'm a snake, not a lizard." Rulush said, showing no sign of annoyance. "There is a difference, unless of course the ad hominim was intentional."

"It was."

"I thought as much. Well, if they shouldn't be worshipping me, perhaps you should let one of the gods of death take your little toys." The asp said, gesturing to the two irate wraiths chained to Lim's throne. "After all, they claim almost as many potential followers as I." Some of the gods mumbled agreement; many prayed to the plague wraiths in hopes to keep their spirits quiet, and so long as they remained Lim's tools they could not, and the dwarves knew that the creatures' vengeful spirits watched them, seeking to cause mayhem as they did in life. The only ones who seemed to not care all that much were Tath, absorbed in his slab,and Uz who had been silent since they'd all arrived and shared small talk.

"They will stay so long as those foolish cretins continue to desecrate my temples!" Lim spat back in anger, stepping towards the asp.

"One time that happened, Lim." Kogan said, raising a hand with a finger raised. "One. And the fool was simply stumbling home. I do applaud you for causing such suffering, but you must let that go."

"Oh, and the god of torture and misery is the voice of reason?" Avuz said with no shortage of sarcasm. "And yet you sent those whispers to the dwarves that caused that great war that only ended so recently. And for what?"

Kogan shrugged. "Simple, to cause our followers misery and anguish as well as spur the craft of metals, leather, and bone, which thrive in times of war."

"And drive our people to follow that warmongering cur in the process, as well as the ruination of many merchants as their shops were commandeered for the war and their heirs died in battle." Stettad said with a wave of his hand at Uz. Kogan had a retort ready, stating that is was a simple side effect.

"And then I ended it with a few sweet words whispered to orc warlords, promissing them great wealth to be had if they drew away the automaton's fleshy minions across my mighty rivers and over Lurit's treasured mountains." Rulush said with a smug tone. "And Lurit was all to happy to stay disaster so that the automaton's mightiest warriors could die facing the orcs and their drowish shadowsnipers." Lim turned an angry look upon the god of mountains and caverns.

"Is this true?" Lim demanded.

"Aye, it is. What of it." He sounded most like a dwarf of them all: A deep voice, with an accent of one who spoke more dwarven than anything else, and he looked quite inebriated.

Lim and Avuz looked as if they couldn't believe what they had just heard. "Do you have any idea what you did you fool!?" Lim shouted in disbelief.

Lurit glared his fellow god down. "I saved our people from destroying themselves in a war that was slowly bleeding them white. Had Rulush and I not done what we did, we would all be forgotten gods, known by none but scattered survivors, folktales only archaeologists centuries later would possibly know." The two stared hatefully at eachother for a long and silent minute before Lim finally sat back down.

Lim finally sighed and looked at Uz. "What of you Uz, do you care that our people have turned to such an elvish deity?"

Uz grunted and sat up. When he finally spoke, his voice was similar to Lurit's, though less drunk sounded and slightly clearer. "My concerns are not with your petty squabbles Lim. It is with our people's warriors. They found me only in their darkest hour, and I did my best to guide them to victory. Rulush is a god of rivers and seas, and many rivers, large and small, cut through our people's land and he bestows his blessings upon those who fight and live upon the waterways. It is this that makes me indifferent to him. He helps protect our people, and more importantly he protects their warriors as much as I."

"That I do, Uz. Thank you." Rulush said, turning to the war god. He then leveld his gaze on the other gods in front of him. "When was the last time any of you did anything for our people?"

They all sat in silence, pondering.

"I can answer you all: Nothing. Especially you Lim. In fact, more dwarves may have died in that horrid conflict because of that wretched disease you afflicted that poor dwarf with. Wracked with disease, they died in droves fighting the automatons in a crippled state." Rulush sounded cold now, hateful.

Lim looked angered first, and then like he'd been struck by an absolutely horrid epiphany. That damned snake was right.

Oh sweet Armok he was right.

[Nidor]

Nice, I always love the banter between gods. Reminds me of scenes of the Discworld ones playing boardgames with the disc as the board. Interesting to see the personalities of them all.

[Splint]

Alright, so I am back, didn't have to haul rocks, and I will say, How to Train Your Dragon 2 was pretty good, and made me feel like a douche for decapitating that wyvern. Really need to start catching and taming those monsters.

Regular update to come tonight.

[Splint]

6th Galena, 142

Looks like the plan is to wait out whatever's left up there and clean up the mud afterwards, and then install a hatch to control refilling the tank. Least nobody died, right journal?

12th Galena, 142

The humans can go fuck themselves. No wagons? No trade. Come from one of the open paths next time you douches.

14th Galena, 142





Bandit warband. Time for a real test of courage from The Soaked Darkness, they're coming out with The Grasses and The Caverns. I'm going to lead a force to wipe out the lasher squad while The Darkness keeps an eye on the river crossing. There's some wolves to the northwest, but I doubt they'll stick around when their masters die. Or get ground up in our ditch traps, whichever they pick.

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First day's fighting is over; The enemy was planning on trying to wait us out, and had set up camp. Lost of fighting in a couple ponds happened, but they're just chest deep on us dwarves

15th Galena, 142

The rest of the humans beat a hasty retreat with the wolves being mauled by the caravan guards and traps. I suppose I can see about getting some trade done and tell the Mayor that the caravan is here since they helped...

23rd Galena, 142



Some architect came running through the barracks asking if we'd seen her daughter and we told her no; said she'd do better checking the rest fo the fort and said she had, and her 'little Medtob' has gone missing.

You know, now that I think of it I saw here window shopping inside Bomrek's Bargains and there was some kind of weird coarse fabric caught on the door... Ah well, was bound to happen eventually.

2nd Limestone, 142

You know I like Baron Rakust. The guy may whine like a bitch about his digs now and then but he doesn't go making pants-on-head retarded mandates. Mayor Kigok though can still suck my blood-soaked, bone-inlayed blue sword.

8th Limestone, 142

Heard that someone's been keeping the miners busy a level or two below the residential blocks and food storage. I'd go down to look but I went to see (and call dibs on,) our first piece of plate armor.

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Godsdamn, it took four bars of steel to reinforce it properly and all that.  I think that's fair though, considering the protection. Psi is working with Gumka to make the rest of our armor.

23rd Limestone, 142



Nobgost the Liver Cancer sufferer officially croaked today. Heard from Reudh that his liver had more holes in it than a... A uh.... Something with a lot of holes in it.

25th Limestone, 142

Our plate armor suits are all nearly done. Psi has been working her ass off reinforcing all the armor pieces and Gumka's been busy making them.

7th Sandstone, 142



Someone's finally built a school of magic; dunno who figured it out, but at least my suspicions are confirmed. The Mayor and Baron are both pitching a fit over the symmetry of the chamber the space itself is housed in though, which honestly? Fucking hilarious. Evidently it's going to be lit by a combination of enchanted gems and braziers, which is neat I guess.

Wonder what school of magic is gonna be researched first...

8th Sandstone, 142

Whoever the fuck told Gumka that titanium is the same as Mithril lied to him. He wasted a reinforcement plate and leather on that piece of crap. I guess I can possibly give it to someone else though, badge of office or some shit.

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Gave it to that kid Ngithol leading The Soaked Darkness. Looks funny as hell with that helmet though honestly, but hey I doubt any claws will be taking off his head at least.

13th Sandstone, 142



Seems someone's been busy, but who I haven't the foggiest. The hell does a phylactery even do?

17th Sandstone, 142

Yeah, I don't think any migrants are gonna show up here.

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That carpenter Tath went all funny in the head and started gathering wood today. Wonder what he's gonna make?

27th Sandstone, 142

Me and Fergus officially have full plate armor, and Dailm only needs the gauntlets! Let's see those goblins hurt us now!

12th Timber, 142

there's a small clean-up operation going on and I heard that the surface farms are being shut down (as is a lot of stuff once that guy working for Teduk's has his windows. The guy slipped in at some point last month and got Rakust to order the shop to be built.

18th Timber, 142

Human diplomat arrived this morning, and as of noon a now massive clean-up operation's in full swing; evidently Baron Rakust doesn't want “massive pile of skeletons clogging a river” or “ditch full of more skeletons and rotting giant snakes” to be the face of Riverrun.


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An enemy raiding party was sighted today near the future site of Teduk's Fine goods; Five workers were in immediate peril, so I lead my squad and the Caverns out to deal with them. For an elite archer, that enemy sergeant was...  Not really very good at his job. He got a total of six shots off before we were on his squad and he missed every single time, but he managed one last wild shot while we were tearing into the pikgoblins and...



Our lead oven operator got an arrow to the back of his head.

During the fight two dog riders got by us fleeing for the south bridge, only to be ganged up on by our new war animals. Someone's pet mastiff even managed to pull a goblin off its mutt and rip his throat out!



And during the fight, when most of the remaining pikegobs were running, Fenglel (who I sent to watch the south bridge,) and our new war animals which apparently includes a war emu of all things, stumbled into some trolls. The bears didn't take kindly to more intruders on what they clearly consider their den and laid into them and kept them tied up long enough for the rest of The Caverns to arrive.





One of the trolls chased the Miller Assog into another group of dog-riders and I gave a call for The Soaked Darkness to advance to back up The Caverns; there was no way we could save Assog though. He was too far out and I mean really, the tallest of us top out at maybe 5 feet tall at most if we're lucky. No way our short legs could carry us that fast. From what I read of the reports afterwards, Assog's pet badgerdog fought hard to try and reach his master's remains but in the end was killed as well. Better them than me though.

Tekkud and Fenglel put up the hardest fight, being separated by the surprisingly large group of slashers on dog-back and still managing to kill both the enemy macelord and lash master, sending the enemy into a rout. Unfortunately, Vexxy lost her raptor Kogsak in the fighting as well, as did someone else their pet leatherwing.

Not long afterwards some jerkass Joyous Steel merchants arrived and had the gall to complain about the fortress not being wagon friendly. I would have slapped him around but I wanted to get some damn sleep after fighting giant fucking hell hounds for three hours.

19th Timber, 142

Evidently both Kigok and Rakust didn't take well to being accused of not being wagon friendly, and pointed out numerous clear roads and told the merchants that they're gonna be waiting a long time if they want to trade. When questioned Kigok threw a rock at the caravan master and told her to look around at the corpses needing to be cleaned up and that they had no right to trade if they weren't even going to try to take another way into the area.



And while all that fighting and killing was going on, Arcvasti figured out how to mass produce coins with standardized “dies” down in his lab. Evidently it was a closely guarded merchant guild secret and many of our Joyous Steel visitors aren't franklybout this, which frankly makes it all the sweeter; the more times we can tell them to drink a nice tall glass of shut the fuck up the better. Oh, and a dead chaos dwarf was found near one of the traps. Evidently Ongos spotted the poor misguided beard and decapitated him.

25th Timber, 142

Once the last prickeberry and tree crops are in and the last windows made all the industrial shit's going to be moved below ground and a small barracks for Mr Frog's squad is slated to be built. Decided they'll take one month a season to train and another to make regular patrols around the woods. Figure since they're just a  bunch of throwaways anyway we may as well use them for something other than ammo sponge duty.

Guard Captain also took on a fourth guardsdwarf and got himself an upgrade: a big pink amethyst sledgehammer. Not a maul, not one of those fuck-all meteor hammers I sometimes hear Arcvasti mumbling about when he passes through helping with clean up (or possibly just gathering research materials, hard to tell with him.) But one of those old school industrial hammers ore breakers used to use before the processor was invented.

28th Timber, 142

Heard someone's been working on “tapping into the secrets of the Mountains' heart.” Must be some magic crap.


Update, I chose you! Use dead goblins!

So, we got us another update! This time around we have successfully built a school of magic, with research beginning with the mountainheart school of magic. We also have discovered how to make the coin press, got a squad almost fully geared in mithril plate armor (thanks in no small part to Nirod who provided a large quantity of the steel used in the boots an helmets,) and lost a couple dwarves, along with our first kidnapping.

Also amongst the dead are Vexxy's pet raptor and our war emu which was killed by a wood troll. Oh, and everyone's slowly but surely getting their own fire places and I do phylactery is for Anyway, sorry for lack of doodles, and enjoy another relatively short update guys!

[Reudh]

Gosh, darn those Human Bandit Bandits.

[Splint]

Gosh, darn those Human Bandit Bandits.

I know right? Seems like someone didn't quite think that bit through, and frankly I find it odd the use the [whatever]guard system for naming their units at all for that matter. They aren't "empire" soldiers anymore after all.

Dunno why I even brought that up but eh.

[Arcvasti]

Spoiler: Journal of Arcvasti, Researcher (click to show/hide)

6th Galena: Apparently the hospital flooding was a minor miscalculation on the part of the forts mechanics. Sadly, that sort of thing is out of my expertise. In any case, it seems to not be a major problem.

12th Galena: I have begun compiling psychological profiles of any useful-sounding dwarf. Splint is powerful and a good leader, but I doubt he'll actually take the first step towards taking charge by force. Therefore, I am searching for a dwarf who will harmonize more with my methods. Between this and transcribing the voices, I am running out of surfaces to write on. I've decided to start using my spare clothes and compressing some of it between the lines of my prior work.

18th Galena: I have found a promising prospect: Tenderroast, a smelter with class II pyromania, wants to become a pyromancer. He is grateful that I was working on making magical facilities to fulfill his desires. He will be a useful ally. It is inconclusive whether or not he would aid in a coup of any kind. In any case, I have begun compiling everything the voices said about magical theory and learning in my workshop.

28th Galena: I seem to have compiled enough data that constructing a magical place of learning is feasible. I will, however, need to excavate a rather large area to fit it and other possible ancillary facilities for the different domains of magic. I went to see the verminous mayor, Kigok, about enlisting some miners for the project. He refused on principle. Note to be included in psychological profiling later: Kigok dislikes confrontation. He broke easily when I started yelling, especially when the voices joined in. A coward as well as an attempted murderer. The voices provided numerous potential methods for his post-death processing, which I have transcribed, as they are both creative and demonstrative of the consequences of abuse of power.

30th Galena: I've got the miners started on excavating an area for the magic school. Despite Kigoks orders, they feel... uneasy working beneath me.

8th Limestone: The first of the suits of plate armour I devised has been made. They seem to perform admirably. The voices haven't said much of use lately, rambling on about philosophy and vengeance.

16th Limestone: The voices ended up mentioning something about minting coins today. I wrote it down on both arms. I will need to eschew bathing until I can get those designs onto paper properly. Right now, I'm too busy overseeing the creation of the Magical Nexus Area.

20th Limestone: The initial Magical Enrichment Hall is completed. The rest of the Magical Nexus Area is still unfinished though, so I can't get started on any research. Plus, the voices are still urging me to violence and blood. They don't seem to listen when I tell them to be patient and that what I'm doing is more efficient.

25th Limestone: Splint saw the Magical Nexus Area. He doesn't seem displeased with it. Good.

30th Limestone: I've arranged the construction of a Phylactery, following the somewhat garbled advice of the voices.

13th Sandstone: At long last, the Phylactery is finished. That took forever. The voices have been getting louder and more insistent. And less useful.

17th Sandstone: The voices stopped. Everything seems so quiet now. I suppose I might as well make use of their LAST insight and see about that minting coins business.

27th Sandstone: It’s so empty. Although it’s at least given me the opportunity to sort and organize my writings. Apparently my plate armour is now the gear of choice for the military. Given that no newcomers have come to Riverrun lately, conservation of life is at an all-time high for priorities. Especially since widespread institutionalized biological procreation seems to be an unpopular idea. Most I spoke with on the subject just sort of edged away and said they had work to do. At least it appears to have increased working efficacy by a decent amount.

10th Timber: The Magical Nexus Area is fully excavated. I should really try and get Tenderroast or some other magically-inclined dwarves to help me out with the research. Since the voices stopped, I know little more than they do about the inner workings of magic.

17th Timber: I’ve finally begun to transfer the coin minting plans from my arms to paper so I can draw up proper blueprints.
19th Timber: The voices are still gone. I never realized how ESSENTIAL they were. Their constant whispering was probably the only thing that kept me sane back in The Darkness. In any case, the coin mint plans are all down on proper paper and are ready to be instituted.
26th Timber:  Me and a few interested assistants have begun to delve deeper into the magical arts. I wonder if this “Mountain Heart” will be able to bring back the voices. I really hope so. Their absence is like a burning thirst. It’s been more and more difficult to resist making Kigok pay. By some odd paradox, their encouragements only reinforced my desire to resist the urge. Now… I’ve retrieved a boning knife from the kitchens. Kigok is unarmoured and unpopular. It would be so easy… But no. Not yet. Everything is in order. Everything will come in all due time. As long as I do what must be done, that will be true.

Gosh, darn those Human Bandit Bandits.

The name so nice, you say it twice!

[Nidor]

Looks like quite a bit happened, wonder if the kidnapped baby was one of those 3 born after Nidor dwarf arived. I will see if I can get another journal out tomorrow. Is welded mithril still in this version or was it after they were taken out?

[Splint]

Looks like quite a bit happened, wonder if the kidnapped baby was one of those 3 born after Nidor dwarf arrived. I will see if I can get another journal out tomorrow. Is welded mithril still in this version or was it after they were taken out?

I'm not sure. If it is, it's in a furnace/metalworking shop I've yet to build. As to when the kids were born you may have to go back through the updates to check.

[Nidor]

Bit angsty, but I liked how it turned out despite that.

Spoiler:  Confessions of a 'Clergyman': Reflection (click to show/hide)

The rest of the journal retains a uniform make in pages and quality, typical of any other journal, yet slightly worn, as if left in a pocket at all times

It is the summer of the year 142 at the time of this writing, I find myself looking back to my past more and more lately, It hasn't even been a year yet, but I can barely remember what it was like to struggle to make a living in the streets. I find myself surprised at how I am starting to truly enjoy the role I had once wore as a mask. The feeling of pride I had never felt before, for the first time in my life I have been giving, rather than taking from those around me.  I no longer think of my work as stealing fire from the heavens, and sit in humble awe of the power of the gods, many prayers to Rulush yield valuable life saving metals from nothing.

I almost felt like I could become happy, but the truth always came back to remind me this life is a lie. Every time I pick up my journal, I see it reflect what I really am, a cobbled mess of lies that crudely fits it's function. Yet I cannot bring myself to throw it away. It is a cruel reminder that keeps my feet on the ground. I am not a member of the so called holy families, that pass down their titles from generation to generation, nor have I earned my station with apprenticeship and vigil.

Why should it matter though? The results of my efforts are real, they lie in front of me as I write this! I have blessed newborns, and presided at weddings, many have whispered that I have more talent at my profession than the high priests back home! Yet what should bring me pride and happiness give me nothing but embarrassment and shame, it is maddening.

If the truth were to get out, would the others form an angry mob and kill me for my blasphemy, as I fear, or would they not care, and let my actions speak louder than the lies? Even Arcvasti nearly died for something he had no claim to be responsible for, despite his research being used to save lives. The forges ring out with the sounds of armor not seen since the last age, and I have heard those with a connection with the elements have been placed under protection, in the rumors that Arcvasti has discovered the basics of magical knowledge.

Summer is ending, and the goblins are expected to attack. While I would not wish any of my new friends to die, I may be called to speak in the case of tragedy. Yet when I look in the glass windows throughout the fort at those that live in it, all I can see is a reflection I no longer recognize.

Not sure if I will be able to get to any other journals this weekend.

[Splint]

Hey it's cool. As a heads up in the next update, you saved Tath.

[Tenderroast]

Spoiler: Journal of Tenderroast the (soon to be)Pyromancer(yay!) (click to show/hide)

I was wondering what was going to be built in the large cavern. I went down there today to check it out, during my break. Its a school of magic! My dream for revenge is slowly coming to fruition!

On another note, something is bothering our priest. I think i will bring him some more Rum. That always cheers people up.

[Splint]

[The Following Update is from the perspective of another resident, Unib Soshdodok, one of the local arcane dwarves. I wanted to fiddle with more archaic speech done in something resembling a Bravemule style, to see if I could pull it off and for a little variety. In this case, it is assumed Sorceress Unib was raised in one hell of a backwater hilltown, and refers to Riverrun's residents often as Outcasts.]

1st Moonstone 142

The Miller Assog is found dead, confirming the words of the Militia. Some 20 Outcasts shout in despair and anger, but are not a danger to others.

5th Moonstone 142

Mayor Kigok bellows orders for querns. Baron Rakust challenges the orders and the two bellow at each other with great menace. Mayor Kigok eventually wins the quarrel when she proves the order was standing, and she merely reminded us outcasts of them.

7th Moonstone 142

The Masons are quick to finish the orders to avoid discipline. I understand their bustle, as two dwarves nearly perished when discipline was last dispensed.

An eerie sword-handed statue is placed beside the shrine. I know not its purpose and it stands silently watching all who pass with unspoken menace, only its head turning with creaks and groans of brass as outcasts pass it. There is talk of finding volunteers to become more of these statues. This has made me uneasy.

11th Moonstone 142

The Inventor Arcvasti demands knowledge of what sorcerer learned the secrets of the Mountainheart Alter's design. He approached me with menace and made his demands as I went to snooze, but I could not answer him, as I was cleaning the surface of dead greenskins and their demonic war mutts. I will avoid him in the future, for his gaze carries much terrible menace and he carries an aura of madness about him.

I have asked for a door in my room with locks so that he may not approach me when I go to snooze again.

15th Moonstone 142

I have still not received my door.

16th Moonstone 142



I passed the baron's door and peeked to hear discussion with the liaison and learned of his empowering. He is a good noble, and makes no strange demands like Mayor Kigok. May Count Rakust live long.

20st Moonstone 142

The Apostle Nidor is asked to speak at burial of dead dwarves. He speaks little of them, as he did not know them, but places blessings of Rulush on their dwarf meat-filled coffins. He was then called on to pray for wool to save Tath the carpenter.



His prayers to Rulush are answered first, and Tath is rewarded with life-saving wool.

The shape of the Mountainheart Alter chamber unnerves me. It lacks proper shape and art, and causes my snoozes to be uneasy. It reminds me of the menace with which Arcvasti glares at us sorcerers.

23rd Moonstone 142





The Carpenter finishes his work thank to Nidor. It is a fine table, with much artistry in its square shape. Tath is not permitted to enjoy is fine creation, and Mayor Kigok bellows at him to assist in removal of dead goblins and blood stacks from the land.

24th Moonstone 142

Mayor Kigok has not been seen since the speaker of the company left and none can open her solid sandstone door, not even the mightiest militia or the Guard Captain with his large hammer. A Toolmaker outcast inspected the door and found the locks damaged with knife or cleaver. Many choose to ignore the Mayor's cries for help, myself included. The message is clear to all fellow outcasts, poor mayors will die sober.

25th Moonstone 142

The Soaked Darkness become swordlords one by one in the eyes of the militia commander. The Militia Commander is a frightful dwarf, and all geenskins who have quarreled with him over our wealth have found their limb meat severed and their blood in great stacks about our lands. All dwarves who would do the same would likely join them.

A show of jest is made and the plump helmet man Temptedlutes is made mayor, and it proves to be a better mayor. Kigok is still ignored. And I have still not received my door in spite of several petitions to the count for one.



28th Moonstone 142

Monkeys seek to steal from the company merchants. The company guards in turn slay them. We must now clear the bodies from the trench and near the shops. Petitions for more apartments are met with ire by Count Rakust, who accuses some outcast of having better dining arrangements than him. He orders the miners dig more living rooms regardless.

1st Opal 142



The Mountainheart Alter is finished and the chamber continues to unnerve me. I refuse to join the mountainheart school of magic, even if I am to be struck down by the militia commander or guard captain. Words are shared by a fellow sorcerer that Arcvasti now works to uncover the secrets of the waves, Rulush's domain. He also appears to no longer care about the earth alter's discovery. I ask to see the plans so I will know if I will be unnerved by the chamber.



It resembles a weight crashing through stacks of water. I am considerably less unnerved by this than the mountainheart chamber.

2nd Opal 142

The blind fisherdwarf Urist habitually complains of his eyes to the doctors. I called him a dolt for this and accuse him of laziness. The huntress Vexxy strikes me with rolls of meat and cheese and glares at me with great menace.

I petition again for a door to avoid Vexxy more easily.

3rd Opal 142

The two orderlies are tasked to assist with building design, as the existing designers are too few. I do not trust them as they last skill.

6th Opal 142



The demented Inventor Arcvasti proclaims Oceanguide Alter complete. He now studies the resurrection of wyverns, should the remains be properly dissected and a soul found resting within their unmoving forms. Fellow outcasts mock him. I instead retreated to my room, fearful of his intent to revive dead dragons.

I still have not received my door.

14th Opal 142

In the past 6 sunrises, I am told I may be required to prepare for battle soon by the Militia Commander, as are all of the sorcerers. However we wait for the remaining alters to be finished, so we may have all four elements from which to pick. I ask of the the white and black magics, and I am told we cannot make them, as Arcvasti cannot study the magic of good or evil lands without wood bearing said magics.

I will snooze more easily knowing this. In the meantime, Psi is tasked with the forging of mail for the sorcerers and the miners with finishing the apartments so that they may find ore to harvest magic metal from.

27th Opal 142



Once-Mayor Kigok's child is freed after the bits of knife or cleaver are removed from the locks and reports her mother dead of thirst. Kigok died sober as was demanded by fellow outcasts and the child was told this. The child did not respond well and became very unhappy and went to seek needed meat and rum.

28th Opal 142

Arcvasti demands quarry bushes be planted for oil with great menace. The farmers comply, if only to make him stop glaring and bellowing.

2nd Obsidian 142

Acid turrets from last year's slaughtered company merchants now guard the front gate with frightful bears. Those who attempt illegal entry will be met with savage clanking and squirts of acid.

7th Obsidian 142

I have received my door with locks and snooze more easily now.


Alright, so. We got a short update done from a different perspective for shits and giggles. We now have two magic alters and need to get some quarry bushes for the oil needed to make the fire one and a large gem is being made for air research and silk prayed for in case we lack it for the air alter as well.

All in all if nothing else I hope my feeble attempt at variety will be met with some laughs, cause I really wanted to make an update like this and at least it covers most of winter. Enjoy guys!