21st Galena, 265

Gemclod suffers. We are now fifty-nine in number. The deaths of our friends fall hard on our shoulders, though surely none so much as Enzer's lover. As overseer, I see it upon myself to deliver Leperfish the tragic news.



He thanks me and goes about his work. I suspect he is one to grieve in privacy, away from judgemental eyes.

As I wander about the fortress, lost in my thoughts, the faint sound of chisel against stone catches my ear.



I know not what it is that Vox Nihili labours toward, but I am not one to disturb his tormented, guilt-stricken repose.



I find time to visit Willie in the hospital. The doctors do not tend to him and his wounds grow festering in a variety of unusual colours.



He smiles weakly at me as I pass though I do not notice him as he felled only one greenskin with his axe.

25th Galena



Knowing that our advantage comes from our defensive position, I order Repelex to take more marksdwarf recruits under her wing. Clanrat is transferred from his squad, and Potato Jones is drafted, for he does nothing that can be considered remotely important. Their training commences.

27th Galena



Meanwhile the humans, oblivious to our plight, proudly display their goods in the underground trade chamber. I overhear their words as they unload their pack-mules.

I am not blind to their ruse. I am not blind to how their arrival prompted us to lower our gates, to send out our soldiers, to lose three of our best to a greenskin ambush the likes of which Gemclod has never seen. It was no coincidence. This was a conspiracy. The humans will pay dearly for their treachery.



I order the depot flushed.

markus_cz wrote :-

The writing on this tablet is uneven, jagged and barely readable, as if the author could barely hold a chisel and a mallet in their hands.