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Konsoda Skalar Dir Rasmuso (Skalkr Consortium, under the Son of Rasmus)
Menali Zhel vu Tresh

There are four hundred and eighty of us.
Knowledge:

• Stoneworking: Completed.
• Agriculture: 1/?
• Pottery: 1/3

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Our council of elders; myself, Olar, Locki, Snorri and the leader of the builders Olag; Guspa was killed by an unserim with many arms in the caves, while foraging- has cemented its power. With our new meeting hall built up from stone, we have now a place to meet in safety without the roof falling upon us. Months have advanced and the Skalar work quick, as the stones we have hewn from the stones of the caves have been put to use making us more stable houses than tents of wood and skin. True, true, we must make the roofs of mud from the river shores, baked on the the fires of the smelting fires we use to make olarrir tools, but nothing is perfect. Some crafter had the idea of shaping mud into buckets or even pots, instead of hewing them from stone, saying it was easy or something stupid like that. We doubt it; baked mud is easy to shatter. Stone is tougher.


I assume whatever is causing the headaches our people are suffering is causing the sudden influx in stupid ideas- one person had the idea of taking the seeds from the bushes we occasionally eat from when we can find them and planting them near our city. Never mind the fact that those things only grow near the oases we can find, but we lack anywhere to grow them! I doubt that such things grow in the dead sands of the desert out of their small oases. The forager was babbling about the river's mud being a good growing place. Olar, the fool, told him to go ahead! I truly hope this forager sees the error of his ways when trying to grow his beloved bushes in the mud of the river fails.


Speaking of the headaches, Locki cannot figure out just what is causing them. We have managed to alleviate them with some sort of herb we found in the caves, but not make them disappear entirely. Before we discovered the caves, these headaches were rare, but now, I believe something in the caves is causing it. I do not believe it is the Olarrir- many of our hunters and warriors use Olarrir weapons without ill effect.


And speaking of warriors, those were put to the test. Mere sunrises ago, we encountered a roving band of Skalar. We attempted to get them to join our stronghold- or rather, some of our foragers did. We found their corpses, hewn apart and looted, up the river. We hunted the murderers down and found them, hiding under a rock like cowards. They screamed like children when they were killed, begging for their lives, some say. Others say they fought to the end. I prefer the latter story; some of my finest warriors were hurt, one killed, in the fight, and it would at least put them up against worthy opponents instead of cowards.


These Skalar seemed to have come from somewhere else, judging from what little tribal markings we could see on them. We will be wary of any who walk near our stronghold with such markings from now on.

I am fine with him just using his nano-machine stuff on himself, but not sharable

I still do.

Just like I like Tau. Just because they're dicks doesn't mean I don't like them. Before the monsterpocalypse, they kinda had good reason to; humans did tend to slaughter any monster they saw, after all.