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« on: July 03, 2012, 06:01:00 pm »
From the journal of GreatWyrmSilver “Boatslance,” middle child of the Mining Brothers of The Earthen Room, reclaim team for Agsalkikrost.
You probably haven't heard of me or my brothers, but trust me, we're the best mining team this side of Koganusan! My older brother, Lastclasps, is a pansy optimist who can't handle stress; my younger brother, Oildwelings, is a tough guy who thinks he can muscle his way through anything; and I'm a bookworm who spends too much time reading and writing. No wonder we wound up here; we're too skilled to waste and too eccentric to use. So now I'm freezing my rear off despite wearing trousers, a robe, a cloak, and so forth. I hope to get underground soon.
While my brothers are still fumbling for their picks, I've already got mine and am busy mining out the top of the staircase that will let us escape this place. Meanwhile, the four dwarves chosen to be the milita are standing around, hauling the pack animals off to pastures in hopes that they'll buy us enough time to get underground before we die. I can hear the wails of four ghosts and one elf. Interestingly, one of the ghosts has a cat leather cloak and a bronze ax, and two of the others are clothed. How and why this is doesn't interest me, although one of the dwarven ghosts does. I instantly feel a kinship with him.
Soon the dead begin to rise--a drake, far to the southwest, then a small kobold hand in the mines, then a troglodyte skull to the west. The land has detected life, and we are not welcome.
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Just a quick intro, not a lot being said. All of the noted events occur before midnight of Granite 1.