1st Granite, 1051:
This is the first time I have had the chance to record in my journal. It appears that I am now leader of our new outpost, Kulettögum, or Abbeyverse in the common tounge. Perhaps I should start by recounting the disaster of the last three days.
It all started with the ferry trip across the river. The first two had been finished without incident, but halfway through the third trip, the raft struck a stone, causing the wagon to slip from its restraints and start rolling. The dwarves on board were unable to stop it before the shift in weight flipped the raft and sent the wagon, along with half of our supplies, to the bottom. Perhaps things would have still turned out alright, as the three dwarves poped back up to the surface, already shouting and argueing about how to recover the sunken supplies. Perhaps we could have even recovered some of them, and stopped the raft from floating away down the river, perhaps...
But it was not to be, for at that moment, the carp struck.
I will never forget how the water roiled, stained red with blood. Nor will I forgot the screams of those pool souls, their calls for help that would not, could not come as the carp ripped the flesh from their bones. Oh, how those moments will live on in my nightmares for untold time to come, until that day when I too meet Armok. And how, even worse than the screams, the silence followed, broken only by the murmer of the reddened river as it carried shreads of cloth and bone away.
But for now we are stranded here, with much of our supplies lost. The remaining dwarves on the far bank ran away back to the village, bringing the livestock with them, but I cannot blame them, for I fear that I too would have done the same, had I not been on the far side of the river.
Left with only a wagon, two beasts of burden, and the dogs, the rest of us, eight in number, struck out along the river bank, hoping to find some way back across. Perhaps the raft washed ashore on our side of the river, or even that we may find a bridge.
Alas, we had no such luck. On the second day, we discovered the raft, stuck between some rocks jutting out from the middle of the river. Our attempts to snag a rope across it and drag it back to shore were cut short by the arrival of several alligators, which pulled one of our number into the river before we could respond. She will be missed sorely. In our hurried retreat, we lost the rope, as well as some other supplies, and because no one would volunteer to risk the run back to retrieve them, we were forced to continue without.
By the third day, we could go no further. The wagon was stuck in a particularily nasty mud hole, and we were all exhausted in any case. I proposed that we stop here and dig in, so that we could rest and regain strength to one day escape this place. To my surprise, the other dwarves agreed with this, and asked me how best we might go about this. I suggested that we dig down until we hit rock, and then to mine out some bedrooms, as well as places for workshops and a place to farm, so that we don't starve. The other dwarves agreed, and it seems that I am to be their leader in this. I pray that I will have the wisdom not to fail them.
9th Granite, 1051:
We have struck rock, and to our delight, it is rich with rock salt! Perhaps we have not failed in our expedition after all! Moreover, one of the miners has reported hitting a vein of lignite, which may serve us well in metal crafting, assuming we ever replace our anvil, which was lost during the carp disaster.
27th Granite, 1051:
The miners have struck a stone known as Sylvite, which has a nice golden luster to it. While I don't know of any particular use for it, I have suggested that we dig a dining room in the body of this stone, where we might safely eat and socialize at the end of the day.
11th Slate, 1051:
Unib Rakustzim, one of our farmers, has sighted elephants! With these bloodthirsty pachyderms about, it truely is our best hope to dig in until an army is sent to rescue us.
14th Slate, 1051:
Atír ďngizlimâr, one of our miners, discovered the remains of one of our war dogs near the river. Judging by what's left of it, I think one of the alligators must have got it. Thankfully, it didn't take me telling the rest of us to stay away from the river - they already know full well of its perils.
24th Slate, 1051:
Another dead dog turned up. Apparently the alligators had another meal at our expense.
1st Felsite, 1051:
Another of our dogs is now dead. This time, I personally witnessed the creature that killed it. It was no mere alligator, but a huge saltwater crocodile! Even if we had that raft again, I wouldn't dare cross the river now. That thing could flip a raft with the flick of its tail!
4th Felsite, 1051:
Some more elephants have been sighted across the river. Truely this place is a seat of nightmares!
18th Felsite, 1051:
As if the elephants weren't bad enough, now a pack of ogres has moved in a short ways downstream of us! Hopefully if we stay well away from them, they won't notice us. Otherwise, we could be in for even more trouble. In any case, I've declared that no one is to go anywhere without at least two war dogs accompanying them.
24th Felsite, 1051:
As I stood watch not far from the river early this morning, I noticed two of those evil carp down in the water right by the shore, staring out at me. Surely this place is cursed!
I'm taking a break from writing for now - it's taking longer than I expected, and the rest of the year only gets more eventful!
[ April 26, 2008: Message edited by: Keldor ]