Couldn't sleep, so here is a "catch up" journal.
early Galena, 142
I was startled from my thoughts today, by the dwarf Tenderroast, bringing a gift of rum. It seems my depressing attitude has been noticed, and he wished to cheer me up. I thanked him, and passed it off as just having a sense of foreboding at the the coming goblin season, and that I am worried in the event of a funeral, I have never handled one before. His eyes seemed to light up unnaturally, and a grim expression passed over his face. He told me of the loss of his wife to the goblins, and how he eagerly awaits the day when the fire magic school is built, so he can more directly turn the fires of his forge against them. I hope when that day comes, we have the proper facilities to pray for rain, or his vengeance could burn more than the enemy.
mid Galena, 142
Shouts that an invasion force have arrived, I felt a twinge of unease, but the military report it was humans, and not goblins. Strange that I feel relieved at that, as humans are larger and better equipped. Yet by the day's end I could see our forces beating them soundly, and begin to relax.
late Galena, 142
Damn them, my remark to Tenderroast about the goblins was cruelly prophetic, Splint had notified me that an architects daughter had gone missing, and he spotted some torn burlap near one of the trading stalls. I pray for her family, not of their daughter's safety, but that they do not see her again. It sounds cruel, but not as cruel as watching a child come back wanting to kill you.
late Limestone, 142
More tragedy, Nobgost, the beast dissector turned tailor, and my first friend made in this fort, passed away from illness today. Liver cancer they called it, quite possibly the worst way a dwarf could die, the very thing you need to feel happy becomes poisonous, and the slowness at which it kills you makes it a fate worse than death. Despite this he had shouldered on, with a pained smile on his face and a kind heart. That kind of brave determination makes one proud to be a dwarf. The funeral I had been dreading came that day.
Sandstone, 142
Sandstone, one year since my arrival, and with it the school of magic has opened, while it is only the basic school, I am sure Tenderroast will be pleased at the progress towards his goal. The school is raising quite the stir among the population, some with magic talent are happy, but more than a few do not wish to develop their skill. Not too surprising, sorcerers are often not treated well, out of ignorance and fear, many cannot tell them apart from necromancers or warlocks. I admit, they make me feel uneasy as well, but that is mostly from the fact that their source of power comes from somewhere completely different than that of a priest. A carpenter has become stricken with a mood, the first I have heard of in a while. A few of the military have started wearing plate armor, and it is quite impressive, it would be very difficult to lose the fort through martial means once they are all equipped as such.
Timber, 142
A goblin raid, the one I had been expecting, not a few moments in and scouts had reported Lorbam, our best oven operator was shot and killed. I did not know them, but PSI, Tenderroast, and Jaywalker later filled me in with enough about Lorbam to allow me to speak at the funeral to come.
early Moonstone, 142
The body of a miller, Assog was found during the cleanup, I did not know him, but it seems many did, as there was at least twenty friends talking with me about plans for the ceremony, when the bodies are recovered and prepared. A swordgolem has been assigned to watch the barracks, and over the shrine where I pray. It makes me uneasy, knowing what is involved in their creation, somewhere within that golem is the soul of a dwarf, I wonder if it still retains it's memories, if it can still think and feel, or if it is just a machine meant to kill, like the automaton.
mid Moonstone, 142
Our land has been declared a county, and the funeral for dwarves lost recently is being held soon, unlike Nobgost, I had no first hand knowledge of them, so the event was somber and brief. As soon as it was ended, I was notified by an alarmed dwarf that a carpenter named Tath had been stalled on a mood for quite some time, and if we didn't get the wool he needs soon, there will be more death. Prayers to Rulush were answered quickly, and Tath was saved. I look over those words and smile, even though it is a coincidence, it looks as if The Serpent had saved the god of Lies.
late Moonstone, 142
Tath's artifact is a gem studded table, fit for a noble's dining room. Kigok, the mayor's door was found jammed, and I suspect that it will not be opened in time. Nobles that make odd mandates tend to have such accidents. This death will be one of malice from a fellow dwarf, and I pray that it is the last, even though they are nobles, it may set a precedent.
Opal, 142
With the start of opal, two new schools of magic open, of earth and of water, it seems a certain blacksmith will have to wait a bit longer. With the end of Opal, the mayor's door was opened, and predictably the mayor was found dead. Very few attended the funeral, but it was a proper funeral, no one wants an angry ghost, and I do not know how to banish one.
Heh, yikes, sounds like I gave the others another try for old time's sake and got caught in a jealous fit. I'm guessing the project war god is
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