Journal of Ryukan, 14th of Granite, 150
So get a load o' this will ye. I'm layin on me bed in my room in the great fortress of Riddledring and next thing I know, I hear my door opened and I get set upon by several figures, before I can fight back, I'm bound gagged and have a bag thrown over me poor head. I try struggling, but am rewarded with a sharp hit to da head which knocks me cold out. I wake up on a wagon trudging along, pulled by two mule and accompanied by six other dwarves.
I sit up and me heads starts throbbin and the dwarves notice me poor self. I get handed a canteen of sweet wine and after a refreshing swig, I inquire as to what the hell is going on. I gets told that my compatriots were shown the same treatment as meself. The wagon was set on a path and a note left by our attackers revealed that we were exiled from the kingdom and had to fend for ourselves.
I take a moment to look through our inventory.
Fairly standard stuff, I also take notice of a cat in the wagon with us
I also look at our outpost permit that we were provided with:
..... something tells me we aren't very liked by certain politicians for some reason....
After weeks of travelling our wagon wheel breaks and we end up in the middle of the Goodlands. I look at our maps and luckily this area was heavily prospected years ago and we have detailed records about this area that say there is abundant metal and flux.
Well, time to start digging, Armok help us.