The inner thoughts of an Undying OverseerAutumn 1671st LimestoneOne of the ghouls managed to fall off the walls of the Tall Bar during some construction. He’s uninjured, and as luck would have it, is trained in woodcutting. Looks like it’s a good time to start clearing out the swamp.
…Oh, he’s not carrying an axe for some reason. Fine, open the gate and let’s hope an army doesn’t show up. We have some business on the surface.
5th LimestoneAt long last, I shall be returned some measure of dignity. The greatest artisans of Smallhands have come together to devise a way for me to properly hold audience without relying on ghoulish intermediaries. Based on a simple instrument, they have created a device to force air into my atrophied lungs. Finally, I will be able to speak with my own voice.
The great mechanism has been installed under the Temple of Puppets, in the slab chamber. I will be able to keep eternal watch on them to ensure that no one will ever be able to misuse their power again.
The machine starts up, pumping fresh air into my lungs for the first time in years. I practice a few words. With air flowing in and then out, I can manage a wheezing, halting form of speech. I summon Salmeuk to explain my plans. He has known me the longest, from the time of my first resurrection when I was a barely conscious thrall. Yet even he is unnerved at the bizarre mechanisms sticking out of me, and the ghoulish voice they allow. Nevertheless, he listens intently. We have much work to do.
This is not the fate I wanted. I had hoped to die and return as a ghoul once again. At least that would put an end to the pain. But it seems fate has different plans. The slabs have told me that the necromantic magic within me has
mutated and been stretched to its limits. A single scratch now, and my body would crumble to dust.
And yet here, in my crystal sarcophagus, I am immortal, truly undying. The slabs don’t tell me everything. I know they hold some things back, try to manipulate me that way. They want me to take the easy way out. They want someone else to wield their power and unleash a plague of undeath on the world. What else can I do but delay them, for as long as my will holds?
Nogood, 2020 edition
9th LimestoneThe caravan arrives early this year, unharried by goblin raiders. Hopefully this portends a productive autumn.
The liaison brings word of the annual goblin attack on our homeland in the mountains. They were repelled by the warriors there, as usual.
It seems the constant sieges must be wearing on their supplies, as our new trade agreement offers a significant bounty for fresh ammunition.
For reasons beyond me, our mayor chose to meet the liaison in a half-flooded room of the abandoned asylum. Unsurprisingly, he was quick to conclude his formal business and get out of there.
13th LimestoneMateusz has completed what he started working on after our minds touched. If it’s like the last one, it could hold hints to my hidden inner thoughts...
Well, that’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?
15th LimestoneWe took everything worthwhile from the traders in exchange for some of the masterwork bone carvings Dumed has been pumping out. Oh sorry, he goes by Murr2 now.
Speaking of Murr2, I’m sending him and Tosid on a stealthy raid of the forest retreat Stonesnarls, recently conquered by the goblins. If we’re ever to face the necromancers on our terms, we need someone trained in offensive military tactics, and that means experience in the field. They’re the best soldiers we have, this should be a walk in the park for them. Even so, I can’t help but worry given how disastrous many previous raids have gone.
19th LimestoneAnd they’re back! They stole… a bundle of arrows and a single plum. And didn’t note enemy positions or make any effort to devise new tactics. Well that was time well spent! Guess we’ll just have to slowly build the militia up until they can risk attacking openly again.
28th TimberConstruction on the wall to encompass the swamp has proceeded adequately. No more dwarves should randomly wander into it. Now all that’s needed is to seal the edges of our territory so no foolish migrants try to come from that direction.
If anyone -ideally only ghouls-
does need to go into the swamp, there’s an entrance that crosses our tree farm. I’ve had water channels dug out to hopefully prevent them from tracking the ooze into the fort.