Journal of Yeol I, Legendary Armorer and Emperor of All Dwarves
8th Moonstone 268
Alright, operation Kill Nol is a go!
First to arrive is Octavian, who is neither armed nor armored. This bodes well!
Nol tries to attack him, but he manages to evade, letting LCQC, a fully armed and armored axedwarf, and Hats for Rabbits, another wrestler, surround Nol.
The chopping...
...and tasting...
...and gassing...
...and cleaving in two...
...then takes place. Nol is torn to shreds, and the dwarves are unharmed. They all report some minor pain "close to [their] left lung", but I'm sure it's nothing to be worried about.
I send them to the hospital just in case. Hopefully none of the doctors will try to amputate them.
9th Moonstone 268
All three dwarves now say they're feeling nauseous. Strange.
10th Moonstone 268
And now on top of throwing up everywhere, they say they're feeling dizzy. That's probably not good. I hope it-
NOT NOW, BOING. I'm busy.
13th Moonstone 268
Merchants left today.
Kaboom Dragoon still hasn't examined the dwarves who battled Nol. Too busy with important things like sleeping. At least the sick dwarves have stopped vomiting.
14th Moonstone 268
All three dwarves are out of the hospital and "good as new" as one of them said. I'm glad to see that.
27th Moonstone 268
Today Mr Vile decided to go down into the caverns for... some reason or another. There's nothing to do in there. Anyhow, he encountered a troglodyte.
I don't have the details, but he managed to slay it with his copper axe without receiving any serious wounds.
Good enough for me.
cucka wrote :-
The madness of it.
The shock of the speed.
The hubris of it all.
Have they learned nothing?
Are they determined to die before I can even arrive to see this private Armageddon brewing? I can sense the disturbance in the Earth. I can sense the lessening of weight as the demons who push against the Earth as normal find much more accommodating pathways. It's almost as if gravity itself lessens and movements outside of the area of the demons is much less encumbered.
It must be an enchantment of lethargy that is inherent with their kind. A dwarf at half wits is still more than a match for any demon that I know of.
But then again...
This is Gemclod. The last fortress on the end of the dwarven world, shortened by scalpel rather than choice. Who knows what kinds of bizarre means are an accompaniment of the end.
Of all the strangeness I've encountered, this is the strangest. I am a fit dwarf of the highest craftdwarfship. My prowess as a long range traveler is unquestioned. And yet, for every step I step towards Gemclod, I find the next step comes just that much slower. It seems as if even traveling to Gemclod is corrupting my basic motor capabilities. I move my hand and wait for it to approach my face.
What ungodly magic and demons have they unleashed? What in gods name am I walking towards? And why do I keep walking? Why do I keep walking
Dear Kudust and Armok, give me strength, so that I may see purpose in this darkness, this madness, and this shock. I can't believe that only to my death do I march.