Chapter 23: From the journal of Stinthad Kekimtobul
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1st Malachite, 1052, Mid-Summer
A thought just occurred to me; if the elves sent a caravan, perhaps the humans will send one as well? It isn't that unlikely, as we were already conducting trade missions with the local human civilization before Reveredtour was settled, due to their dominance over the northern region. Humans actually make some decent equipment, so maybe I could purchase some from them to better equip the military. They may not rival dwarven works, but then again nothing really does! Better than having the military run around punching zombies out of existence, I suppose. However, Alath seemed less than thrilled with the idea of getting new gear.
Alath: "Keep your fancy weapons. I have all I need."
Stinthad: "What? I mean, normally I wouldn't second guess the decisions of trained soldiers, but all you have is that dagger."
Alath: "And?"
Stinthad: "Well, uh, it kind of sucks. You looted it off a kobold after all."
I hadn't anticipated how offended he would be by this. He told me to leave him alone, and I didn't hesitate to do so. He may just have a rusty dagger, but I still wouldn't want it in my face. Especially not after seeing what he did to the frogmen. Speaking of which, one of the dwarves found out what happened to the frogman that supposedly escaped whilst tending to the war beasts.
Apparently it took them 2 hours to get all the chunks of bone out of the elephant's foot.
5th Malachite, 1052, Mid-Summer
I heard that the cage traps I had installed in one of the deep roads had caught some invaders. I was very pleased with this, as my brilliance may have saved the lives of dwarves that would have been ambush and killed by the vicious cavern beasts. I rushed to see what vile fiend was now at our mercy and found...mole dogs.
Not even zombies ones, just regular mole dogs. Apparently their sensitive noses picked up the scent of food wafting from Reveredtour, and they blundered into the cage traps in search of a meal.
But you know, when their flesh isn't rotting off and they aren't trying to tear your limbs off, these mole dogs are actually kind of cute! I wanted to keep one as a pet, but apparently they have tragically short life spans. I guess there's only one sensible thing to do.
I hope they at least taste good...
Whoa, maybe not. I don't know why, but when I thought about eating those mole dogs I felt a cold chill run down my spine and a horrifying scream echo through my ears. I must have eaten something bad to have such a bizarre hallucination.
8th Malachite, 1052, Mid-Summer
I finally managed to pin down Goden, but I didn't learn much. All she told me was that the project had been discontinued and that I had no need to dwell on it. I was tempted to ask more, but when she pulls out the hammer my curiosity fades away. Apparently Monom was the only one who knew anything about it, and she doesn't remember anything. I guess Goden will just keep this as her little secret for now.
You know what's weird? I can't find Dashy the gazelle anywhere. Normally you see him sitting near the entrance, chewing on little clumps of grass. But now he's nowhere to be found.
I hope he didn't wander somewhere dangerous.
13th Malachite, 1052, Mid-Summer
I've finally begun the process of setting up the H.F.S. Obviously, one of our first goals should be to capture as many of the local hippos as possible. Technically all we need is one breeding pair, but the more the merrier! I have designed an ingenious trap to do so.
Stonesense Version [http://img641.imageshack.us/img641/5858/hfssense.png]
It's rather simple; we fill the dugout corridor with several rows of cage traps. Once this is done, the final wall is torn down granting access to the river. Hopefully, the local hippo population will investigate the new passage out of curiosity and enter the traps on their own. If not, one of the dwarves can use a crossbow to "encourage" the hippos to enter the trap corridor. I've heard concerns about this being dangerous, but I've assured everyone that this is perfectly safe. After all, there's no way weak little wooden bolts could significantly harm those wonderful hippos!
15th Malachite, 1052, Mid-Summer
I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep tonight. Not after what I saw.
A gazelle had been roaming near Reveredtour for the past few days. I was hoping it was Dashy, but sadly this wasn't the case. It wasn't bothering anyone, but at some point Goden decided it would be best to kill it. However, Momuz said that stopping training just to take down one gazelle was a waste of time. So to my surprise, Goden set out to kill the gazelle by herself.
I went to watch her from across the ditch, and many other dwarves did as well. They were amused to see an engraver trying to harm anything. I guess Goden was right, the other dwarves really don't respect her. Well right after exiting the fort, she almost tripped over a small creature crawling through the grass. The creature, surprised to have been seen, suddenly bolted upright and revealed itself to be a kobold thief.
Goden, upon viewing the pathetic kobold, was filled with an enormous amount of rage. The mere idea of it trying to steal from Reveredtour seemed to offend her deeply. She raised her hammer to strike down the terrified kobold. The other dwarves were laughing at this point, as Momuz told everyone that while her hammer looks intimidating it's actually harmless. It apparently weighs less than a pound, and even a legendary hammerer couldn't hurt someone with it. So we all assumed she would spend the rest of the day chasing the kobold around Reveredtour, beating it with the hammer in futility as it does little more than tickle the thief.
Instead she reduced the poor little kobold to a shattered mess with a single blow. Somehow the "harmless hammer" had torn up parts of the kobolds spine, rendering it incapable of running properly. The kobold let out a number of wretched sounds which disturb me to even think about them.
Momuz was only half-right. While the hammer couldn't kill you easily, that didn't stop it from turning you into a bloody mess. As the kobold tried to crawl away, Goden simply beat it over and over again with the hammer. The whole time kobold howled in pain, hacking up blood bile as it sustained both internal and external injuries. It was a grim thing to watch, but we just couldn't turn away.
Eventually, Goden ended the poor kobold's life by smearing its skull and its contents across the sunbaked soil. Yeah, that sure is a harmless hammer! Apparently not content with mutilating the thief, Goden then turned her attention to the gazelle she had originally set out to kill.
Nobody was laughing now.
Goden casually strolled back into the fort, clearly pleased with her ability to crush tiny kobolds and defenseless grassland critters.
Still, nobody was mocking her now, because they were all worried about being on the receiving end of that hammer. I don't like that everyone is so nervous now, but I can't really blame Goden for killing a thief, even it was done in an incredibly horrific manner. I just hope she doesn't get any bad ideas from this.
25th, 1052, Mid-Summer
I was working in the masons shop today, figuring I could help the other dwarves out with some of the more menial tasks. Suddenly, one of the diggers burst the door open. Apparently her name is Aban Kekimzulgar. I don't know much about her, other than that she was the dwarf that was attacked by the frogmen. I figured this might be a chance to make a new friend, but instead she threw me out of the masons workshop and demanded isolation, claiming she had a "brilliant idea".
Well she didn't have to be so rude! I told Goden about this, hoping she could persuade Kekimzulgar to obey the workshop protocols for custom projects rather than throw people out during the middle of work. However, she said it was best to let her be, as I would be "interfering with the will of the gods", whatever that means. I don't get Goden some times. What do gods have to do with a complete lack of manners?
26th Malachite, 1052, Mid-Summer
I was talking to some others, and they said that Kekimzulgar is experiencing a "fey mood". I don't recall actually seeing one of these in years, so I just assumed she was being rude. I suppose it's not her fault, though I still don't get why every dwarf who gets an idea for an artifact has to lose all manners. Anyways she's been scurrying across the fort grabbing all sorts of things, so who knows what she is making. I hope it's something all of us can enjoy though.
Say, who's that off in the distance?
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