I've decided to give each a unique and witty title, to perhaps give whomever is reading this a glimpse into each one's person, and to show that even I can be humourous at times. These dwarves wouldn't be anywhere without me. Aside from that, things are running fine, I say it's because of my excellent skills of a leader. This hellhole will just get hotter and hotter. I plan to write these journals at the dawn of every new season, from now on.Īh, summer is now here. I have named this pit Stasistome, because a hot and depressing like this at least needs a sophisticated name.

I have to admit, I admire those traits, even if they're stuck on an idiot. One of those miners, Lionel, I think his name is, seems very enthusiastic about his work, and seems to enjoy it. Personal note: Be very wary) went ahead and built the crude-looking tools in his crude-looking workshop, and I told the miners to go and start digging my new fortress. My metalworker (something seems off about him. They're like uneducated neanderthals, this lot! How did I ever get stuck with these people as my partners? It's aggravating watching them bumbling around, and the way they act and talk is just. I drew up plans for a wood furnace, and I told one of the workers to start making charcoal. Because there was limited funds for the expedition, it was decided that we bring along an anvil and some raw materials to make our tools from, instead of dealing with the pricey, already made alternatives. I've heard that underground caverns can be great sources of water, though, but there have been rumors of things other than water lurking down there.Īnyway, enough of that. Not really great sources of water, but it'll work. That being said, there's a lot of murky pools here. This place fits the swamp stereotype for that, that's for sure. We found a way, though, pretty clever I think, you just go through -words here scribbled out- and then, by Armok, you're there. I'll tell you, those goblins are everywhere, and it was hard to get through to the swamp without being seen. We've finally arrived at our destination. Well then, I think that's enough writing for today, I've got supplies to pack. If something unfortunate does happen to me, I'd like this experience to be documented, and my cause of death known.

The reason I am writing this journal in such detail is that frankly, I think this may be my last mission. What the higher ups say you have to do you have to do, lest you end up really close friends with an elephant's tusk. That's right, I didn't volunteer for this. That's why they're making me move here indefinitely, along with six others less experienced and important as I. At least, that's what the higher ups say.

The goblins (foul beasts) guard the place with good reason, apparently: the area's supposed to be rich in valuable rocks, and metals, and minerals. (Mostly unexplored by those not of goblinkind, anyway.) My goals are to take charge of the fortress for the first year, and to show my lessers on this expedition with me, two of whom who have confirmed that they will take control of leadership once my year is over, how it's done. I am leaving to start a new settlement in mostly unexplored territory.

The surroundings are dangerous, and the stakes are high. I have handled difficult missions before, but this one is probably the one that has made me the most nervous. I am about to leave home once again, for how long, I don't know.

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