Journal of Airith - Head Carpenter of Gloomdiamond - 25th Obsidian 1049This is Pig-Tail sheet journal. The cover is made of Rhino leather. On the cover is a picture of a dwarf. On the cover is a picture of a desert. The Dwarf is staring out upon the desert. The Artwork relates to the founding of Gloomdiamond in the early Spring of 1050.Well I was drafted today. Got yanked from me cozy room and was handed a bag of supplies and was told to report to the main entrance of the Mountain-home. I asked why, and they said I was "chosen" as one of the few "talented" individuals who would be starting our new fortress on the North continent. I was handed one of them "maps" that showed the entire world (I don't believe for one minute that the world is flat, I is very scientific).
I arrived at the designated spot to find a wagon with two horses filled with stuff and a few animals:
I also met me new colleagues. Only one other female will be joining this journey, the rest are men-folk. I inquired as to what our Group will be called and they said:
I stared at them in confusion and one of them said to me "The Watchers told me to come up with that!" He said with pride.
"Ignore ol Flame their, he done lost his marbles long ago" said a dwarf I was told was named Drazoth.
I put my few things in the back of the wagon, and after only a few minutes, we were cleared for exit and the great gates of the Maintain-home opened and we were blinded by the searing light of the Sun. We set upon our way after a few moments of dizziness and nauseousness. As we left I inquired on who our leader was, and Athel said she was.
1st Granite - 1050Happy New Year! We are still two weeks out from our destination. Right now we are on board one of those human "ships". A death machine more like it. The way it rolls and tosses in this sea is assuring me that we shall perish.
On a more social note. On our trip I have gotten to know all of my companions well.
Athel:
Dastot:
Etur:
Kulet:
Onul:
Tirist:
And meself:
I just hope we make it in one piece. I've thrown up alot for someone who hasn't eaten anything for a week.
15th Granite 1050Thank the heavens above. After weeks of traveling and seeing the north continent, we've finally arrived at the chosen spot. I take one look and promptly exclaim
WHAT THE HELL?
A forested desert? Huh, cool. At least my job isn't at risk anymore. I've got to go and chop some trees Athel said to chop, she IS the boss, and as far as we are concerned, the highest ranking official upon the North Continent.
I'll write more next month when we have settled down some more.