1st of Granite, 179
W-what? No! I don't want to be overseer- especially not now! I'm just a humble mason! Please!
What do you say? It's only my turn because DwarvenLord is inaccessible and he named me as his backup? Hmmm...
1st of Granite? 2nd, perhaps? who knows anymore
Two years. Two years stuck in this room with nothing but my thoughts and it- the beast. Oh, and I guess this chair and table. Two years since that fight where I was cursed forever. Two years since I have heard music, the domain of my god, Stistras. I should of enjoyed it more while it last. So many years, doing nothing but chipping away at the rock, years where my only memories was my pick and the stone- broken with the slightly different monotony of ore and gems. And yet I never had time to admire those wonderful gifts of the earth... only to carve them out of the never ending rock. I guess I convinced myself I liked it- enjoyed the decades of mining, stopping only to eat, drink and sleep. Whenever there were no orders to mine- which is rare, in a fortress.
How ironic it is, I suppose, to be surrounded by rock for all time and eternity- even worse, there is nothing but mudstone. The only break in the never ending monotony is the beast- the horrible scaly thing that tears out of my body every full moon and hijacks my body- I would rather keep the endless mudstone then. At least I can't hurt anyone in here.
Wait, what's that sound?
(OOC: Small problem. I can't station any of our melee squads due to the missing people, but I can't kick the missing people out because the game won't let me. I guess we'll have to wait this one out...)
2nd of Granite, 179
Carve out the fortification! It isn't safe to let him out, but we can still communicate.
(Where's the lever that opens the front bridge? It's an emergency- the gobbo forces which include nearly 2 pages of invaders are really close, and I flipped the lever in the little alcove up front and nothing happened.)