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Konsoda Skalar Dir Rasmuso (Skalkr Consortium, under the Son of Rasmus)
Menali Dayk vu Zhel ((3 months))

There are three hundred and sixty of us now. Much has changed.

Knowledge:

• Basic Metallurgy: completed.
• Stoneworking: 1/2

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The rock Olar found so many months ago has served us well. Very well. Soon after his discovery we sent many down to the caves he wandered by to find such things and gather more of them. Obviously, we used much better methods than tossing it into a cooking fire. Stone bowls had to be hewn; wood burned too quickly- to gather the molten substance, the substance we call Olarrir- Olar's Rock-, rather imaginatively. We have already armed some of our hunters with it and are attempting to use it to gather more by creating sharp tools to rend the stone where it is found apart. We must have more of this Olarrir. More.

With the expanding of our Konsoda*, we must have more leaders.  I have appointed the idiot Olar- as simple-minded as he is, he at least knows his way around manipulating the rock he found- as the leader of the Olarrir-crafters. We do not know what to call them yet. As for the hunters and the builders, I appointed Snorri and Guspa as their leaders. And those few who know the ways of the one above, I have appointed Locki.

The stronghold is getting better. Since we have hewn the stones themselves from the caves, we have strengthened the buildings with stones. We find it more resilient for the sandstorms than mere Unserim-skin and wood. One of our enterprising young lads, Kirro, figured out how to improve the heads of our spears with Olarrir, and make something more ornate and useful.
I have told him to show others. This craft of stone will be of use.

I have also seen the river's waters sweep up to the banks and within the banks, create a sort of mud, or else wash some mud up to it, with what look to be plants I have never encountered before within it. I will investigate it at a later time.

The headaches of some of our people seem to be getting worse. Those who know of healing cannot soothe them. I cannot understand why.

Otherwise, for now, life remains difficult. Much of our settlement was blown down in a sandstorm; nobody died, thankfully. Some were killed in the attacks by unserim or otherwise in the caves by something unknown. Either way.....and of course, food is not plentiful. The dry season of the desert is at its harshest. The river we live by is thankful respite, but nonetheless, many thirst.

Still, I have hope.