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I just ignored the whole lockpick thing and made a comfortable, permanent living on the shore you wash up on. Did you know you can plant red-berries and grapes like you can plant grain? I make my own hooch and bread, supplemented with kiwi meat and fried fish.

Also, the tent is great for travelling in. Whenever you're advancing to another island or whatever else, take a tent on your boat. You can set it up again soon as you hit the shore.

Also is anyone else irritated by how the rain goes right through your roof?

Wow.

That was seven years ago. Is god dead? That wouldn't be good.

The nets near the docks. Some stuff underwater would be neat too, even if it is just pillars and stuff.

Also the boat looks really stupid stuck on that mountain.

What have I done?

Got my first rune, woohoo! The only annoying monster in the swamp was the hydra. I have to switch to bows to hurt the buggers without giving them extra heads. Now, back to the temple, drop off some junk. I hate my old god. He spawns giants onto me. I hope he gets over it soon.

Goblins, not Globins.

I don't think the replacement keeps stocks at all.
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Burninganus the muscular tunnel

The sheriff sat in his office of smooth obsidian, and admired the engravings on the wall as he flipped through the last of the stockpile records. He slowly drew a finger down the list, until it rested on one entry. "Gnomeblight - 2450.50 units, See plant ref. for brewables." Then, he looked up and grinned.

"So, Feb tells me you're looking for a place called Gatesmaw?"
Glacies nodded.
"That's correct, sir. I used to live there before, um, a disagreement, but I wanted to go collect this invention thing."
"Why? What's so important about this invention?"
"Er. It was supposed to make my job easier."
The sheriff stared at him blankly.

"Y'mean, you got shipwrecked, stranded in the raw hills, forced into book-keeping a ton of gabbro for us, and now you want to go to some god-forsaken fortress probably filled with giant cave spiders...to make your job easier?"
"Um.."
"Fine. Okay. Whatever. Feb said you wanted a map, so here you go. Wasn't there something else you wanted before you left?"
"Right. I want a bodyguard. Someone you can spare from duty to protect me while I look for the analytical machine."
"The wha..? Forget it. I have just the dwarf for you."

The sheriff rose and gestured for Glacies to follow him. The walked through the freshly smoothed halls to a grandly engraved barracks, specked with blood and vomit. They edged around two speardwarves and came toan ancient loking dwarf with a peg-leg and an eye-patch, sleeping under a tiny woolen blanket.

"Sarig. Sarig? SARIG! WAKE UP!"

The olddwarf gave a start and reached for a rusty looking copper scimitar by his bed. "Whh? Elf?? Huhn?" He said.

"Sarig, you're going to go with this dwarf to gatesmaw! It's just what you need, Sarig, a nice trip!"

Glacies tried to scuttle sideways out of the room, but was grabbed by his collar and dragged back.

"Up you get, Sarig! You get up now!"

The old dwarf slowly rose to standing position, and gave them a blank, sleepy stare. The sheriff yelled encouraging things at the veteran until he woke up, and then lunchtime rolled around. They all went to Kadol's dining room for lunch.

Glacies said "So, uhm, Sarig, is it?"
Sarig said "Yeah, that's me. Whatcha going to gatesmaw for, yeah?"
Kadol said "Er. Sarig, you're to accompany Mr. Glacies to gatesmaw, to fight the elves."
Quothe Sarig "Elves?! Where!? I'll stick em', I will!" and jumped to his feet, swinging his scimitar wildly and looking about in a paranoid fashion.

Glacies slowly put his hands over his forehead. and groaned quietly.