15th of Sandstone, Mid-Autumn 202
Migrants have arrived. Immediately upon arrival I have conscripted Unib and Catten and their training begins as soon as they've set their gear down. Unfortunately we don't have any weapons so they'll be learning how to wrestle, all alone in that barracks with only one bed.
Starting to have second thoughts about the co-ed militia.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Inod Fisuf's Journal, Entry #005
The 18th of Limestone, year 202
The Liaison brought with him merchants and traders from The Mountain Homes. Unfortunately, the Trade Depot is, as of yet, largely unprotected and due to logistical concerns has no doors. It lays hidden away within an entrance tunnel under the earth, but Kobolds have still managed to take notice of the goods being unloaded and have begun to skulk about the grounds. I do not have the manpower to devote to forming a militia yet. This will take some problem solving.
The Liaison brought with him merchants and traders from The Mountain Homes. Unfortunately, the Trade Depot is, as of yet, largely unprotected and due to logistical concerns has no doors. It lays hidden away within an entrance tunnel under the earth, but Kobolds have still managed to take notice of the goods being unloaded and have begun to skulk about the grounds. I do not have the manpower to devote to forming a militia yet. This will take some problem solving.
Inod Fisuf's Journal, Entry #004
10th of Limestone, Early Autumn
The outpost liaison has finally arrived after eight long months. Given that he's taken such sweet time getting here, perhaps I shall celebrate his arrival by sleeping instead of greeting his tardy ass. I've been so busy carving this place into a respectable form that I've not slept in almost a week.
The outpost liaison has finally arrived after eight long months. Given that he's taken such sweet time getting here, perhaps I shall celebrate his arrival by sleeping instead of greeting his tardy ass. I've been so busy carving this place into a respectable form that I've not slept in almost a week.
Inod Fisuf's Journal, Entry #003
Autumn has come.
I feel I have picked a particularly uneventful location to set up camp. Part of me is disappointed, though I am mostly thankful for this. Our encampment, nestled deep within the earths bosom, is safe and becomes safer by the day as we build archery ranges and murder-holes strategically in the walls. I have ordered a large expanse of the mountain soil hollowed out for future farming, just in case. I have heard that Dwarves of lesser intelligence are drawn to such large subterranean spaces, and fully intend on taking advantage of this. Little do they know that upon their arrival they will be put to work in they bowyer shoppes and the militia!!
I feel I have picked a particularly uneventful location to set up camp. Part of me is disappointed, though I am mostly thankful for this. Our encampment, nestled deep within the earths bosom, is safe and becomes safer by the day as we build archery ranges and murder-holes strategically in the walls. I have ordered a large expanse of the mountain soil hollowed out for future farming, just in case. I have heard that Dwarves of lesser intelligence are drawn to such large subterranean spaces, and fully intend on taking advantage of this. Little do they know that upon their arrival they will be put to work in they bowyer shoppes and the militia!!
Inod Fisuf's Journal, Entry #002
The end of Summer is upon us. It is now the 3rd of Galena, and no migrants have arrived to this our glorious hole in the ground.
No matter.
Soon will our walls bristle with pikes, arrows and many such sharp-and-pointy things which should draw our brethren near. A safe Dwarf is a happy dwarf, after all!
As a side note, Fire Snakes appear to be infesting our glorious hole in the ground. They slither to and fro in the manufacturing wing. As of yet they have not posed any threat or caused any problems, but their slender frames, bristling with flame, worry me to no end. I have spotted no less than three separate Fire Snakes with my own two eyes, and fear that if they spend too much time around anything made of wood...
No matter.
Soon will our walls bristle with pikes, arrows and many such sharp-and-pointy things which should draw our brethren near. A safe Dwarf is a happy dwarf, after all!
As a side note, Fire Snakes appear to be infesting our glorious hole in the ground. They slither to and fro in the manufacturing wing. As of yet they have not posed any threat or caused any problems, but their slender frames, bristling with flame, worry me to no end. I have spotted no less than three separate Fire Snakes with my own two eyes, and fear that if they spend too much time around anything made of wood...
Inod Fisuf's Journal, Entry #001
Inod Fisuf's journal entry #001
I have been assigned as the leader of an expedition to lands unknown. After months of travel I have finally convinced my fellows, my associate contemporaries that it is high time that we dug in and made a home for ourselves. Out above the terrible blue, yawning maw that is the 'sky' we are vulnerable and are little less than prey to likely the same Harpies that preyed upon my father. They stole him from me, but I will not let them steal my life from me!!
We strike the earth here at Aberasmel, the land of the "Romance Merchants," where we, Zazongsogsdel meaning "The Massive Shield" will make ourselves known. In these lands we find ourselves both near the summit and valley of the mountains, and our seers have prophered that beneath the earth is the very life-blood of the world, the holy manna of the land: Magma.
I am the only seer that has agreed to accompany this expedition on it's travel into the depths of the earth. Is it that I am the bravest, or is it that I am the foolest of my kind? I am afraid that only time will tell.
Among me stand Asmel Gesothonkugushbur and Solon Kuxerthec the miners, Sodel Thushothunfofeguw the Woodworker, and Obok Tamushobitnamab and Mosus Pucfageceh the farmers. Myself, I am Inod Fisuf, the leader of this expidition. My purpose is to act as lord and leader of this rag-tag group of dwarves and lead them deep into the safety of the heart of the earth.
Let my fellows taste the ecstasy of gold.
I have been assigned as the leader of an expedition to lands unknown. After months of travel I have finally convinced my fellows, my associate contemporaries that it is high time that we dug in and made a home for ourselves. Out above the terrible blue, yawning maw that is the 'sky' we are vulnerable and are little less than prey to likely the same Harpies that preyed upon my father. They stole him from me, but I will not let them steal my life from me!!
We strike the earth here at Aberasmel, the land of the "Romance Merchants," where we, Zazongsogsdel meaning "The Massive Shield" will make ourselves known. In these lands we find ourselves both near the summit and valley of the mountains, and our seers have prophered that beneath the earth is the very life-blood of the world, the holy manna of the land: Magma.
I am the only seer that has agreed to accompany this expedition on it's travel into the depths of the earth. Is it that I am the bravest, or is it that I am the foolest of my kind? I am afraid that only time will tell.
Among me stand Asmel Gesothonkugushbur and Solon Kuxerthec the miners, Sodel Thushothunfofeguw the Woodworker, and Obok Tamushobitnamab and Mosus Pucfageceh the farmers. Myself, I am Inod Fisuf, the leader of this expidition. My purpose is to act as lord and leader of this rag-tag group of dwarves and lead them deep into the safety of the heart of the earth.
Let my fellows taste the ecstasy of gold.
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