Behold! the first post of the third era of the epic saga of Mastertea:
Part 1: In which the entire population of the settlement go completely insane and much tarnish stalk in consumed
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From the Journal of Gnorm:
1st Granite, 555
Well, I completely destroyed two years worth of my journal entires in an ink well spill. All that remain are two short entires on the fight with the storm dragon and on the completion of the town hall. In order to preserve the history of this town, and so that I can have a good reference book when I choose to write my autobiography, I will record all that I can remember here.
Our military has grown to two full squads, and the original captain has recovered from her injuries to resume command. The military recently gained a victory against the treelords, resulting in the death of one elfish wrestler and one treelord merchant. While I am happy with this victory, I fear retaliation, and I plan to expand our army.
The trading depot has been relocated to accommodate for the future paved roads. It is, fortunately, close enough to the original site that merchants won't get confused.
One of our woodworkers has taken over a carpenter's workshop, and is demanding gems. Being that none have been found in the caverns, I have started a mining project to dig deeper into the earth. Hopefully, gems shall be found.
3rd Slate, 555
Our miners have been running into issues recently. Apparently, they have dug a tunnel right above a deposit of stone known as "jaded slate." This stone is filled with water that has seeped into it. Our miners have taken great measure to not flood our mines, which has resulted in some winding tunnels.
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6th Slate, 555
Perhaps the smallest migrant wave arrived today. Exactly one dyer came to our town. Our whole population is 220, so I cannot complain. Almost half of our population is children, though.
Meanwhile, one of our axemen got into a fight with a mechanic. I am trying to think of a way to keep remove him as a threat quickly and quietly.
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11th Slate, 555
Our woodworker has gone completely mad from the lack of gems. A casket shall be prepared for him.
15th Slate, 555
There seems to be an issue with a shortage of food. No doubt the 106 children are responsible for this.
26th Slate, 555
Apparently, a group of underground creatures known as "reaver ants" have been harassing my men.
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Their entry in my copy of "The Halfling's Almanac 554" is less than encouraging. But my army will make short work of them nonetheless.
6th Felsite, 555
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Damn it! I knew that the spider-centaurs would not wait long before bringing war to our settlement. An armed group has arrived to avenge the blasted thieves that we have put to justice. I shan't stand for such an assault. The military has been mobilized, and shall strike!
8th Felsite, 555
Our army has been all but decimated! The enemy that seeks to destroy us approaches!
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13th Felsite, 555
The enemy has been annihilated, but at a great cost. Many halflings have been killed, and many more have been injured. The military, including the captains, has been completely destroyed, with only one wounded axeman as a memory of it's power. I have ordered many caskets, thus that those who have fallen can be properly entombed
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17th Felsite, 555
The destruction of the military has put the entire town into a state of panic. I was recently attacked by a butcher, resulting in a broken arm and a wounded leg. I've noticed many others murdering each other, and I worry about the future of this civilization.
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21st Felsite, 555
The wild citizens have destroyed the trade depot, and have stolen many goods from the traders. As for me, I'm not sure I even care anymore.
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26th Felsite, 555
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In all of the chaos one of the children began to laugh like a maniac, and has recently claimed a tanner's shop as his own. Whatever he wants, be it gems, shell, or silk, I doubt he'll find it.
28th Felsite, 555
Spring is almost over, and this past Spring has been one of the worst experiences in my life. I am currently recovering from my injuries in the makeshift hospital. It's more of a freakish circus than a hospital, with insane halflings running here and there beating each other up. Blood coats the floor; I wish, for once, that it was vomit. As soon as I recover, I'm going to seal of the entrance to these catacombs, leaving the crazies inside.