Part 36: by Unknowing
Late-Summer, 1058:Disaster has struck. Progress on the Antechamber of Darkness came to a standstill when the inhabitants of the abyss, drawn by the dismal atmosphere of the structure came to roost. Before I could reach the site to provide aid, it was already too late for the our poor advance miners. The halls echoed with a cacophony of screams from the unspeakable atrocities the dwarves endured before succumbing to the sweet embrace of death. On the positive side, progress on my novel has increased exponentially.
The situation has taken a turn for the worse. The demons have begun encroaching upon the central fortress. All attempts to repel the monsters with magic has failed. Never before have I suffered such an unfortunate string of failed attack rolls. The fortress guard has been deployed to fight in my stead while I rest to renew my supply of Magic Missiles.
It seems the entire fortress has lost confidence in my abilities as a leader. I admit, the untimely failure of my magiks was unfortunate, but I was able to guide (from a safe distance) the fortress guard into victory over the demons. All things considered, the battle went quite smoothly. I hardly see why the dwarves live in such great fear of the creatures of the depths.
