---Overseer BudTomazi’s Journal Early Spring 202---
Today our horses decided they no longer liked pulling the wagon, and seem to have lost the ability to do so altogether. We find ourselves in the Incinerated Jungles, certainly an apt name considering the heat.
Surveying our surroundings, we find ourselves in a river valley, with some medium sized hills on either side.
I plan to get to work quickly, as we must be ready for what is to come. These dwarves still do not know our mission's true purpose, but they will in time. I leave writing here as Imush is yelling about some weird blobs in the river.
---Overseer BudTomazi’s Journal Mid Spring 202---
The last few weeks have been, taxing to say the least. I had hoped to be underground by now, carving out a home amongst the rocks, but we have been held up. First we encountered a light aquifer, not entirely unexpected given our proximity to a river. This we could deal with easily enough by walling off the dripping walls quickly after we dug.
After we had pierced several layers of damp rock, we were beginning to wall it off when cries from the surface were heard. Apparently the alligator we had seen previously, had crawled out of the river and begun to harass our citizens.
Looking around I drafted up a small squad of three dwarves, Olon the stonecrafter, and the 2 miners to deal with the issue. This also proved to be a mistake. Olon was already in terror from the beast, and was also the only one with a weapon. The miners then rushed in to wrestle it unarmed. From discussions after the battle, it seems the miners didn’t want to get their picks dirty.
Anyways, this went about as well as you can expect, and not a minute into the fighting Inod was fighting for her life. Thankfully one of our dogs was able to rush in and draw its attention. The dog went on to knock the creature unconscious by scratching it in the head. I was able to rally the remaining dwarves, and Ral, the woodcutter, killed the beast with a series of blows to the head with his axe. Our attention turned back to Inod, who after dragging herself away from the fighting had collapsed due to blood loss. As none of our dwarves had medical experience, I took the role of aiding her upon myself, and managed as best I could with suturing and setting. Upon inspection we learned that her lower spine is mangled and her tongue is missing, bitten off by the alligator during fighting.
Thankfully she was able to survive, and has returned to mining. The dwarves have begun calling her “Inod the Mute”, as without a tongue, she cannot speak.
At this point the aquifer was at the back of our minds, and upon revisiting it, found the lower level flooded beyond use. We must now attempt to reroute our path down. Hopefully more time has passed before my next entry, as that will mean that things are going smoother than they have until now.
OOC:
This was a more eventful first month than I was expecting, no meaningful place to call a fortress yet. Things should be better by next post.