Too much needs to be done. Too few forumites are left. Surviving is a struggle everyday. We live in filth, the corpses of our friends littering the floor. Trails of vomit, puddles of excrement. All is filthy, yet none is there to clean. If I could, I would let the children work day and night, just as their parents do. Furniture needs to be hauled, floors constructed, trees cut down. But most of all, we need to appease the gods. The temple must be finished.
I have pried the pickaxe from the rotting fingers of an unrecognizable corpse. Its face had been chewed off by something malevolent. It can not phase me anymore. None of it can. Only the Gods can.
The Marksmen, Ganondwarf, and my father, TheDw4rfy, have stopped their training. I ordered them to. Their hands can not be spared. We are safe, for now, may the Gods aid us, may we not require their talents. They too shall dig, haul and farm.
Terrible news, I bring myself. The stone of the temple is damp. I knew I should not have built it directly underneath the caverns, but my mistake can not be corrected anymore. I shall dig it anyway, and pray for the gods to stop any floods I might cause. These nearby waters, however, will allow me to create beautiful waterfalls within the Cathedral, so not all is bad.
Opal has started, bringing the cold of midwinter with it. The fires have gone out, not damaging our feeble wooden outer-structure in any way. Praise the rains of Omer for keeping our wood wet. Whilst the Gamer's and Politician's siegeflags still wave in the wind, only three politician fundraisers seem to remain. Still, I fear opening the gate, as there might be more lurking around. Luckily all hate eachother, and bloodshed among our enemies is commonplace. I had a refreshing talk to Ruhn this afternoon, whilst carving a tomb of our cathedral. I only realised Ruhn is long dead, when he walked through the wall and disappeared.
We can no longer sit out this siege. We need more men to build the cathedral. Therefore, I have decided to send out the squads, to kill the last remaining politicians. May the gods send us winter migrants after these terrible politicians have been beaten back. It is a great risk, as I know more might be lurking around, yet I only see three. TheDw4rfy and Ganondwarf nervously await the lowering of the drawbridge. Only the Gods will be able to help them out there. May they be with them.