Spring, the Year 500
I know it was crazy, listening to that voice, claiming to be someone called Fece Emofelidava or... something like that. Something that sounded weird, at least. Still.. she promised a future for me, and my people. She said that we could create a new mountainhome, like in the legends. That the dwarven people could stand again. And talking to her made me feel such warmpth. I fell in love with the idea of it, and everything about it, I had to make it happen. I sought out a few others I knew I could trust, and with a bit of direction, we stole a wagon, and a pair of oxen, and proceeded to flee the pits. Yet not even a day later, we find ourselves with a broken axle, in a forest that just feels... off. To say nothing of the barren wastelands to the west, with strange tendrils reaching up out of the land. I... feel lost. Still, the voice beckons me to lead us, to make shelter and a home here. It's not like we have a better option - whatever monsters lay out here - can't be worse than returning to the pits, where surely we would be tortured for quite some time before our inevitable execution.
19th Granite
This... slime, or sludge, or muck... whatever this.. rain?.. is.. I.. this seems unnatural. I'm shaken to the core by this - I don't know if we can survive in a place that rains such, even if the forest seems mostly peaceful beyond such. We have hurridly made a shelter on the surface around the wagon, and now we are mining downward, to make the place which will be our new home - which, hopefully will ultimately be safe. Yesterday though, Kib Eturamal became enranged at the weather, threw up several times, then calmed down and came back inside, as we were finally sealing off the entrance. We really need to get a bath. We have taken upon ourselves to name both our rag-tag group of misfits, and what appears to be our new home. Thus we have donned the name The Lantern of Swords, and our new home Earthshimmered.
1st Slate
As we have begun to mine downward into the hillside, we have found an abundance of various ores which will come into use, praise be. Cobalt, iron, tin, copper, silver, lead - in moderate abundance. Truly this is a blessing from the gods - maybe that voice wasn't a hallucination after all. The surface may be inhospitable with that unspeakable sludge raining everywhere, but perhaps we will have a true future here. However, Kib has been going in and out of fits of rage nearly constantly, which worries me greatly.
4th SLate
In experimental holes, we managed to dig into the aquifer here, and are now readily cleaning ourselves off from this horrid muck. Thank the gods. In other news, Kib seems to have calmed down.
7th slate
After finishing work on an area to practice my carpentry, I have begun making sets of wooden armor for us. Several of the others have grumbled of how undwarvenly it is, however, with so few of us left, I don't think any of us have a right to complain about wearing a bit extra protection - hopefully we will have better protection at some point in time, but for now, this will help, I hope.
16th slate
We managed to set up an area for farming, and cleared out a space for some bedrooms. In the process, we also found a vein of realgar. I suppose arsenic may be useful, perhaps. But more importantly, I crafted my first masterwork, my life's dream! This wonderful kite shield of mine... it's wonderful. Just wonderful!
18th felsite - More rooms have been completed, more masterworks made, the farms are in use, and a small temple is being made. We have also designated an area to place our food supplies, and are beginning to haul them down.
Author
Topic: Beronam - An experimental Orichalcum succession game. (Read 10856 times)