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From the Diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun 13th of Slate,
Time to get productive! We've weathered the first storm

No one died, despite what the General had me believing. I'm beginning to suspect that this place isn't as dangerous as she made it sound. Really, the only thing that still creeps me out is the fact that we haven't seen any wild life since we got here...

I've ordered work to start on excavating the silver vein, I plan to place Skuld's work and living areas somewhere along it. She insisted. Persistantly. It was a bit creepy, to be honest. I think she doesn't just like silver, I think she may be in love with silver!

Speaking of strange companions, Black Hat.

As much as he cares for those cows, the first time he went to make cheese, this happened.

It's not THAT dangerous, Mysterious Mr. Black Hat!

(Haha, don't worry r3d5kull, there are other ways to have a rebellion )

I already have a lot of scarves and things, I believe. You could just steal some.

From the diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun, 6th of Granite, 1051

Well, we finally finished digging the entrance hall. I had planned to just make it a straight tunnel to where we're putting the depot, but Mekboy advised against it. Well, that's how I interpreted "That's just what they want you to do!" to mean, and not that he's insane.



Let me state this for the record: Mekboy is most definitely not insane, and he certainly did not construct a park that defied euclidean geometry. He just designed it.

Work on Black-Hat's pasture is going slowly, but he doesn't seem to mind. What he does mind is the size.


But really, it's not my fault it's so small! If I were to make it any larger, enemies could climb over from the mountainside... In fact, I'm worrying that we might need a roof for it too, but that might defeat his intentions of an open air pasture... I'll have to ask him.
In the meantime, everyone else is working on getting their junk precious things inside, though Skuld has already made it clear that she'd prefer to be smoothing and subsequently vandalizing every single stone surface. One thing that should make her happy is that we found a native silver vein!

I'm a bit apprehensive about digging it out now, as our miners are currently... Not so great. I hope they don't read this.

P.S. I know how to make it up to Black Hat AND get those miner some experience! I expanded the pasture underground (In case it starts raining acid rain, I've heard horror stories...) And I designated a house for him!

Use Terramancy to shift the mountains slightly, letting the water out.

Granite 1st, 1051, extremely early morning.

"Can't we stop for a rest?"

"Mekboy, we took a break yesterday. If you keep slowing us down like this we'll be overtaken by the caravans." Replied Ziril. As much as she liked him, a fellow mason, he had absolutely no endurance, and she couldn't let that disrupt the mission.

Soon afterwards, John Schidtt, exhausted, mis-stepped and tumbled down the moutain, landing in a grassy valley.

"Great. Fine, let's ALL take a break while I-"
"Ziril."
"-have to go down there,-"
"Ziril!"
"-come all the way back up and-"
"ZIRIL!"
"-What?!"
"We're here!" Skuld announced cheerfully. Gracefully as a mountain goat, she bounded down the steep cliffs to help her friend.

Ziril began to issue orders immediately. "Okay, John, go chop down some trees-"
"There aren't any trees."
"What."
"And in any case, I should be in the military, not performing these menial duties."
"First off, we don't even have a military-"
"We could! Hey, I'll even lead it." Piped up Derek.
"NO. We don't have enough people to spare."
"What about a Militia?"
"I suppose..."


"There. It's done, it's recorded. Happy?"
"Hmmm. I guess."
"Good. Now you; start digging. You; start chopping down trees!"
"There aren't any trees."
"&*#!"


(Here are the starting relationships!)

From the diary of Ziril Gusgashsigun, Granite 1st, 1051
We're finally here. The other side of the world. So far, it's every bit as lousy as I thought it would be.

And I wondered what they had been thinking, bringing their personal effects, when they should have been packing survival tools, as I did, as the peculiar Mr. Black-Hat did. As for everyone else (Including the armed escort!), the entire journey they were relying on us for food, shelter, breaks-- This isn't a vacation!

Argh. I guess it is for them, more or less. They got the brochure. "Go forth, brave dwarves! The time is now to seek your fortune! The Northern Expedition needs YOU!" And on the front, of course, is an artist's rendition of the Jungles of Blossoming; full of hope, magic, and unicorns.

Do you see a unicorn? I sure don't. I keep expecting some ghoul to come in the night.

I still can't believe that same artist chose to be part of the first Expedition, knowing the true nature of these mountains.


She even drew us a , though I think it's fairly useless. It doesn't even convey the height of the mountains here! And honestly, I think she got bored while drawing it, seeing as there are neither trees nor unicorns in this "jungle"

You heard me, no trees.

Looking back over the list, I suppose even I brought one personal item--a rope. If worst comes to worst, its just a sharp drop and a sudden stop.

(Take some time to think over where we should start digging in, which workshops should be built now, ect. while I write the next post)

Okay!