SPRING1st Granite, 125, Early SpringWell. Here we are.
This place is more blissful than I thought it might be. We trekked up this peak just to reach the top, and beheld the source of the mist we saw below: a waterfall, brimming with fish. This place is truly a blessing after the nightmares that haunt my footsteps
THEY KNOW. Every time I glance at these new dwarves we've brought along, I can't help but wonder what they will look like dead and hungry.
THEY SEEBut this place will change all of that. We will build into this clay home, and dig ourselves deeper and deeper, until we have made a maze through the hillsides and a stone burrow below.
Whispersships is our salvation.
3rd Granite, 125, Early Spring...yesterday it started raining elf's blood. But only on our side. The feather trees were not sullied.
Something is off, here. I have asked bp to remove the slopes surrounding us, for safety, and to dig a burrow as soon as they are able. I do not like the taste of elf's blood when there is no battle.
10th Granite, 125, Early SpringThe blood sporadically pours on us, but we are becoming accustomed to it. We have noted it only rains on certain areas, and others, where the more Mirthful (if such a word exists) plants grow, remain unaffected.
I would Very much like to see what sort of bees live here, if any. They must be incredibly strong-willed to live in such a happy area.
Kourne informed be earlier that they had the know-how to build us a bridge or a furnace, should we need it. I have taken them up on the former, and ordered one be built just over the gap between our little patch of elf-blood paradise, and the other hilltop nearby. Should any goblins or Corpses show up, we can simply draw the bridge up and leave them to puzzle a way in.
20th Granite, 125, Early Springbp920091 has called up to us, saying they need another bridge built down by the river so they can get across.
A paltry thing, but I do not feel safe. I shall send Matoro and griffinpup with Kourne, just in case some new hell presents itself
THE ICE KNOWS.
6th Slate, 125, Mid-SpringThe bridge is finally complete, and bp920091 can finally cross the river safely. Now, perhaps they will get to the important task of GETTING ME THE HELL OUT OF THIS ELF'S BLOOD.
27th Slate, 125, Mid-SpringOur miner must have wanted out of the "rain" very badly; they even slept in the hole they dug, and went right back to work when they woke up! Incredible. I feel a bit more secure, now, but there is never too much security
THE EYES ARE GONE BUT THEY STILL SEE. The rest of the slopes must be cut away on the other side, save for a section that will let the trade caravans in, and give us some notice about potential threats.
I have also ordered everything to be brought inside, so we can keep the elf's blood from contaminating anything further. I fear we may all start loving plants and trees, soon, and I have grand plans that will conflict with that.
Vinedragon has been volunteered to pick what plantlife they can from the surface, and see if it might grow in this sandy clay, for now. Our drinks are running lower than I like, and we could all use something to eat. If some migrants soon show up, we may even start to fish.
17th Felsite, 125, Late SpringWe have been stymied. It seems there is an aquifer in the way of our descent into the hillside, but no matter. We will dig around it, and bridge across to a rockier shore. Vinedragon will be pleased to have some proper stone to craft with, and we can stop building things out of wood like simple Elf-folk.
This area is starting to get to me. It's...Too peaceful. Aside from the elf's blood, but maybe that's what helps things grow?
22nd Felsite, 125, Late SpringStone! At last! Rock Salt and Jet, mind, but to us, these are precious commodities. No more soil! We shall have paved floors with proper bedrooms and doors of solid Earth! Oh, I long for the hard, cold caress the mountain will bring to us.