Not far behind, story!Dreamerghost is meeting with elf caravan.
And I changed King to General. That replace function realy shows how much words contain other words. DrinKING, maKING,lacKING,mimicKING,joKING. DrinGeneral looks realy sily.
Sometimes I wonder, weather I should had tried to live as an actor instead of a wanderer. My plan to fool these superstitious peasants worked out so well, that at least three of them are going to pray with such piety to make a priest jealous. As everyone grouped up by a campfire I started my show. While settlers were lazily drinking booze around the fire, telling each other stories and legends, I suddenly jumped up without a warning of any sorts. I turned my head swiftly first to the forest that was to the west, then towards plains that were east from us. I looked intently towards something that wasn’t there. My face exhibited such fear that some others even jumped to arms. Then I started babbling randomly in incomprehensible (to my companions) language I had learned from creatures that lived in ocean deeps. I fell on my back and started flailing about. Few others tried to grab me. When they opened my eyelids, since I had closed them while flailing, I heard someone faint and fall face first into dirt with a loud thud. I could understand why, since my eyes were covered thickly in blood, so much of it was there that it leaked out, almost looked like I was crying red. I shouted out with booming voice “You shall from now on be known as Dreamerghost”. After that I closed my eyes again. When I reopened them just a flash later, Blood was gone without a trace, And I was surrounded by scared and very interested dwarves. I told them that I was visited by Armok, who ordered me to change my name, to more fit my upcoming destiny. I also told them that he said nothing about the destiny itself and that I needed a drink. Pious group accepted this without a secong thought. Tiger, however, felt a need to comfort me, and reask same questions as crowd did, but in private. I told her that I truly knew nothing, and that this changed nothing between us. She seemed to be satisfied with that.
15th of Felsite.
We have arrived at the fortress, and I have started to write down dates in this journal. Previous owner had never bothered, and it confused me a great deal. Thankfully, after my “meeting” with god of blood, Tiger doesn’t seem to care about slight personality changes. Overseer seems like a practically minded dwarf, probably was in military at some point. I have a lot of work to do, since dwarves want furniture and stone is abundant. Later on, metals will change stone, but for now everything was made to provide reasonable comfort as fast as possible. Tiger, however was less successful. While overseer here prefers army over intricate traps, Current army consists of him alone. He’s pretty good at fighting from what I have heard from original settlers, and he is trying to substitute for a squad until we manage to make living here a reasonable endeavor. However, he has yet to even consider training animals for battle. When Tiger asked him about it, he said that he hadn’t thought of it, and it was mostly due to that we had nothing to train. So for the time being Tiger tried out her hand at smoothing and engraving. I hope Splint (that’s this overseer’s name) will start either training war animals or soldiers quickly. I can see that he does not fear death, but dying is not that scary. Seeing your comrades die by you, now that’s something that can pull a soul down. Also, elf caravan has arrived. Elves are a race defined by their pride, same as dwarves are defined by greed, goblins by viciousness and humans by stupidity. Maybe I’ll take a break and go see what they have brought to trade.
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