Overseer's Log - Winter 545I had a dream. The sky was a sheet of ice. The land was made of lead. Nothing was moving. All around me were bones. Dwarf bones, elf bones, human bones, goblin bones, beast bones... every size and shape of bone. A voice spoke but I didn't see anyone. All it said was 'Soon'.
Many things have happened this winter. I told Ducim about the tragedy of LordBrassroast, and he was so moved he took his name. He said that, since he was here, he would try to complete whatever it was. He's a good dwarf. Too good to be here. I worry he won't make it.
We caught all the undead we could see. I was afraid. What if they were in the sky? What if they were in the water? What if they were hidden in the ground? We threw them into the fire over and over and more and more came. Why wouldn't they stop? Then they stopped. The woods were... quiet. Even from the tower we couldn't see any.
Isengrim went into a mood. Someone said he used to be a woodcarver. He wouldn't tell us anything... it was another spirit. But he wanted wood, and only wood. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't face the outside world, but I couldn't face losing a friend. If this is the last writing I do, I died trying to help Isengrim.
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I went outside today. I walked in the sunlight. I saw a bee. It was flying near some strawberries. I picked a strawberry and ate it. It didn't taste like death. It tasted like a strawberry. There was nothing to hint that so many horrible things had happened near it. That was the most disturbing thing of all. How much of my other food has been near tragedy? I don't eat much now.
We cut down a hazel tree. It gave us enough wood to make Isengrim's spirit content. He made this:
Another artifact with pictures of a coffin. All these dead spirits. All they want is to rest. Why won't they rest?
I made what little amends I could. We buried the bodies of Lolor Adilsodel and Edum Erithshin. There are so many dead out there; so many. The weeds have grown up around them. Most of them are just bones. I wanted to bury someone, though. I want the dead to know we care, that we did what we could. I hope they know.
I made another pretty thing. I made a dining room. We have it all engraved. It has silver doors, and silver statues, and the other dwarves find it comforting. I like it. I don't feel comforted, but I don't think comfort is something I will feel again.
I told PyroTechno I wanted two nice statues, the nicest he could make. This is what he made:
I asked him why he made a statue of Eshtan losing his job, and he said, "who is Eshtan?" I asked Eshtan if he had made PyroTechno mad, and he said "who is PyroTechno?" I don't know if they have a grudge or not, but they claim they are serious. I don't know how two dwarves can live on top of each other for over a year and never have met.
Funny old not doing that again.
Fawnek is becoming a highly skilled miner. He basically hollowed out a giant chamber for coffins all by himself. It's very impressive. I had a mason workshop and a crafts workshop built in there so they could use the stones to make coffins and rock pots. He says he feels like he is almost a master. I hope he succeeds. We need success here.
At the end of the year, yet another mood...
The other dwarves have started calling me "the Haunted Savior". I don't know if I'm complimented or not. I'm tired. So very, very tired. LordBrassroast2 the broker is the newest of us; his life hasn't been so full of tragedy. I will make him the overseer. I will go back to my workshop, and make coffins. So many coffins. I want the dead to know I care. Sometimes it's hard to care when you are so tired. But I still care.
OOC:Save here:
http://dffd.bay12games.com/file.php?id=11095Things to consider for the next overseer:
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DO NOT EVER open the old depot levers. In fact, deconstruct them. Ask if you don't know which they are. If a tantruming dwarf lets out the adamantine blob titan, we can all just give up now.
- There are still a lot of undead to dump. I have forbidden most of them so other tasks can occasionally get priority. They are all still in the trap corridor (F2).
- The trap corridor is still open to the fort, which should lure random undead. Undead stoat jack is on map, but not near fort. Be wary. Other undead creatures may spawn at the map edges.
- Civilians are burrowed into the fort. They all wanted to go wandering the landscape looking for Urist that came with them three years ago, like he was still alive and making pants in the woods somewhere. Bitches, please. Get your short asses back underground. He ain't coming home.
- Clothes workshop is due to be built and is BADLY needed - some dwarves are dropping critical clothes like pants and shoes. A fort full of stressed, pantsless dwarves is a recipe for disaster.
- There is a dump zone on the 16th deep which goes straight into the magma pipe. Entry is off the stairs directly below the dining hall. Should make bulk disposal of outside debris easier.
- FPS is in the toilet.