This sounds like very good news; I'll try to poke around a bit with the testing.
In completely other news' I actually managed to write down the first part of my adventures this time' and with any luck' there'll be more soon; I might move it to one of my older posts and hold off on posting more until we're done bugfixing if it ends up causing confusion' so... let me know I guess. I'm no great writer' so it's kinda all over the place' but I hope it manages.
Anyway:
12 Obsidian, 754
Welcome, honored reader; my name is Nòm Shokmug, which stands for „Nòm the Cheese” in common parlance. And I daresay, I have earned this noble moniker. For yours truly is a universally known and renowned connoisseur of fine Cheeses; I have tasted and appreciated every flavour and form of the land – cow Cheese, pig Cheese, purring maggot Cheese; hard Cheese, soft Cheese, crunchy Cheese, squeaky Cheese; blueish-green marble-molded Cheese and Cheese with live purring maggots squirming inside. What variety, what a gamut of exquisite experiences!
It should not come as a surprise, therefore, that I serve as the chairgorlak of the Mischiefpit Cheese Society, which promotes the manufacturing and consumption of various Cheeses. The membership fee is a wedge of Cheese, of standard size, to be consumed by the chair. Limited discounts are available!
Mighty unfortunate it is, however, that the local caseiculture is quite substellar indeed. The local tribesmen, among whom I have lived for the past few years, subsist solely on spongy plump helmets and whatever game their hunters manage to catch in those desolate parts. What joys were stolen from the palates of such fine, hardy dwarves!
And so I elected to leave this place behind in search of greener pastures. Travelers and wood-walkers tell tales of thriving settlements in the North, where industrious dwarves engage in every craft and art. Perhaps there I shall finally find and devour the One Cheese that legends speak of and my life shall be fulfilled.
Since traversing the wilds is dangerous for a gentlegorlak of my stature, I designed to hire someone who would protect me from various beasties of the land; one Èrith, a young huntress and woodwalker from these parts, agreed to help me on my trek. She’s a cheery lass, maybe a little unrefined of taste and unskilled in the art of letters, but a good soul nonetheless.
So be it; let us venture forth for Cheese and Glory!
17 Obsidian, 754
We have been traveling for almost a week now, and I am inclined to say, Èrith has proven herself to be a fine companion for one so lowborn. More than once has she protected me with her own breast while ferocious beasts disturbed our peace, and spared no effort in showing them their proper place.
I have also taken to the pastime of fowling in my travels, and have already hunted down two keæ! A stocky, green bird, fond of noise and mischief. I might yet become quite an outdoorsgorlak myself one day!
21 Obsidian, 754
Yesterday we arrived at the settlement of Mosshill, which seems like a pleasant enough community, if a bit out of the way. We stayed shortly to restock on victuals; sadly, there was no Cheese to be found, only mincemeats made of cave creatures. Therefore, we decided not to linger any longer.
When on our way back, we spotted a worn-down chap taking a rest in tall grass. On closer inspection, it became apparent that he was suffering from a severe case of the deads.
Being more experienced a conversationalist, I decided to inquire about his identity among the local villagers, while Èrith fended off scavengers and carrion-consumers. I was quite bemused to learn that the dwarf in question had been lying at the exact same spot for some twenty years now!
Bah! Dwarven layabouts!
2 Granite, 755
At twenty-eighth of Obsidian, we reached the thriving township of Championvault. Sadly, it seems to be going through a period of political turmoil; there was a large pile of corpses just outside the main citadel, and worst of all, some of them my gorlakkin!
It was not an utterly unpleasant experience altogether, however. There was a secluded garden, very much to my liking, as well as a skull of a mighty bird, so large we could walk under it! And, let’s not forget, that it was the eve of a new year, and Èrith suggested we take some time to celebrate. As a rule I do abstain from drunken debauchery, but the occasion was auspicious, and I’ve grown quite fond of my traveling companion, so I decided to humor her. Èrith procured some beverages from the dwarves’ cellar, and so we drank and entertained ourselves with tales of famed heroes, like the one of Bashnom the Bashful and of Givel the Gavel, as well as the story of Oblong, which everyone knows well.
Most unfortunately, it seems we did overindulge just a little, for the quantity of alcohol set my head (think not racist jokes!) aspin. Èrith exchanged her armor for more comfortable apparel before our little celebration began and must have misplaced it somewhere. She had to make do with panoplies made by local smiths, which are of inferior quality. I for one liked the orange sheen of her old suit better than the grayish-white of this one.
We, however, found no Cheese to consume, so we made our way further west, where lies Duskhome, a dwarven “fortress” or so I’ve heard. Verily, when we arrived at the site we were flabbergasted to find no buildings to speak of, not even an ornate and representational entrance gate! There were, however, several dwarves scuttling about unbecomingly, as if not bothered by the sun in the slightest! A most unusual bunch forsooth. There were also some suspicious looking chap we agreed to avoid.
We also found a number of priceless antiques just lying in the grass, and Èrith insisted we take some for safekeeping from eccentricities of the locals; I took a sceptre and a drinking vessel, while Èrith helped herself to some bijouterie and a peculiar metal object not unlike a prickly chestnut in shape.
And would you believe me, dear reader, that those dwarves, who roosted on wealth and hoarded treasure, had also no Cheese to speak of? Such paradoxical disparity is quite taxing even on patience so strong as mine. No wonder therefore that we opted to abandon those poor fools to their fate and strike east instead, where the mountain passes lie. Perhaps beyond the Tundra of Heroes shall we finally find some Cheese.
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