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« on: September 29, 2012, 07:49:59 am »
Journal of Atir Yellsbook, last survivor of Stakuddakas
--Felsite--
Only one troglodyte is left--Wqualchains. He's killed a goat, a turkey hen, and is working on a horse. Probably doesn't have much time left, poor beast.
Pretty much the first thing I do is start work on the food stockpile. Not the big one Tin had, of course, a smaller, more practical one nearer to the farm I set up. Digging through solid phyllite is exhausting, but it's as good a way to start as any, and as of halfway through the month I feel skilled enough to term myself a novice.
The troglodyte wanders off, and a helmet snake wanders in. I wonder if the elves will care about us unleashing a bunch of deadly apes into their precious wilderness. It's close to the end of the month before I take a break to get a bite to eat and some much-needed ale to drink, and by then the stockpile's mostly finished.
Summer's dawning sees me planting the first plump helmets of the fortress.