Well, today started off with a bang – literally. We installed the parts and switched the system on, and there was a very loud explosion from the server room. It turns out that one of the power supplies we used had a short, and it ignited one of the hygrogen fuel cells which was leaking… long story short, the room was destroyed. It took all day to replace the equipment in that server room, but we’re back up now. It seems that Ezum’s day has begun on a similarly frantic note…
Just as the thaw set in, a horrible beast crawled out of the depths. We banded together and were able to kill it, though the battle was fierce and many were killed. Tekkud Necikmosus, Onul Stigazir, Iton Tekkudthol, Deler Debbenrovod, Dastot Budamiden, Stadir Itebrabed, and Fath Isanstinthad have all perished, either at the fangs of Tustra Rushanslushu or form the psychological scars left by the battle. Shortly afterward, apparently attracted by the blood of that battle, a great cave crocodile named Matkisat attacked those resting their wounds from the battle with Tustra.
Another fierce battle ensued, though this was much shorter. Matkisat was felled, though she managed to slay Stakud Unibtosid and Olon Adasurdim in the fighting. I have ordered memorial slabs for all of our fallen dwarves, as well as the two worthy foes, to be engraved and then placed where all incoming merchants, immigrants, and visitors will be able to see our history.
With spring came new immigrants to the fortress, and a huge increase in our mining activity. I have ordered all useful stone, gems, and ore to be mined from the living levels regardless of aesthetics – we need more. The jeweler is hurriedly cutting the various gemstones we fine for use in trade, and he is becoming quite skilled. I have renewed our work quarrying as much of the glorious adamantine as we can before someone comes to take it.
The gleam of light from the stone blinds, I’m falling into a strange sleep, I’m floating above the floor, a little left. I can hear the sirens in my mind, calling me to dig deeper, a little more, a little left. They’re hurt by stone that binds, walling in the sleepers, there is no door, a little left. The metal called adamantine, pulling me towards the reaper, beneath the floor! A little left!
At that point, her entry trails off into gibberish and strange rhymes for a while. I assigned each page of notes to a different intern for translation – I thought it a good precaution. One intern got overly curious, and she is lucky that our health plan includes ocular nerve damage due to excessive bleeding. While she was recovering, though, she drew a picture of the creature.
About fifty pages of strange runes later, Ezum suddenly becomes sensical again and continues with her report.
The miners have been busy. I will summarize our last season of delving. First some schematics of several important events:
Between Ezum’s strange ravings and the blood we had to clean out of the lab after the intern’s mishap, I don’t think that these dwarves are going to be around much longer. I have already begun calibrating a second receiver array to the next individual. Further updates as we get them.