"Granite {March} 1st, 127, Early Spring
We have arrived! I can't believe how long it took! That's the last time I go off on a journey to found a new settlement in Autumn. It took us all winter to get here! Most of our supplies are gone, and most of the animals are gone, (Because we ate them) But we've arrived. We're alive, we're here, and the ground isn't frozen! It's decently warm here. The climate is much hotter than that of our past home, in the mountains. Most of the grass is very dry, and very dead. We have pulled up our wagon next to a volcano! Unfortunately, one of the wood touchers was fooling around with the wagon last night, and now it has some embarrassing white stains on it, so we're going to need to disassemble it here, and start our new settlement.
Immediately, myself and Stodir set off to start carving our home into the mountainside. I instructed the wood touchers to fell trees, and disassemble the wagon. Atir is already off trying to find something to kill, and Melbil is foraging for food. Olon will have to sit around until we can get him some stone, shouldn't take long though.
Just as I was about to strike my pick into the earth, I decided to look around. I looked down several levels to the river, to see Atir chasing around a duck, his fists flailing in the air, and choice words flowing from his mouth. I quickly called him up to see what the problem was.
'Atir, where is your crossbow and bolts?' I asked the hunter
'I had them with me last night! And I can't find the damn things anywhere! I swear to s**t, one of those fruity wood touchers gotta hold of them. I don't want them back, if that's the case' He responded, while looking around for more prey
'Oh .. Ok. Well, I'll have the wood touchers fabricate you a new weapon and ammo as soon as I can. Until than ... Try not to get yourself killed.' I concluded, my suspicions of the wood touchers were increasing.
Atir nodded and walked off, kicking a rock as he went.
The C***s had really fucked me with these wood touchers. People like them can't be trusted. What perverse Dwarf would decide to spend his life working with weak, soft, flimsy wood, when he could be balls deep in nice, hard, solid, rock? I don't know. But I don't like them.
We aren't off to a great start ... Our hunter has no gear, and the wood touchers concern me ..."
"Granite 2nd, 127
Earlier this morning Olon came to me with disturbing news
'Gus' (That's what my friends call me) 'I've seen some ... Strange, things' Olon looked very concerned. 'There appear to be ... Corpses, old ones, mostly decayed to skeletal form, littering the country side. I've found seven dwarves, and many live stock animals. The rate of decay on the items on the bodies suggests that they've only been here for a year, but ...' Olon paused for dramatic effect, I was in a pissy mood, so it didn't help much 'But, I haven't found a single piece of ... Anything. It doesn't look like they brought any supplies. There aren't even any old wagon ruts. I don't know what happened to them, but I'm worried it may happen to us.' He paused, to let me speak
'Olon, my friend. I appreciate your concern. But don't worry. The C***s said this place was perfectly fine. Would a C**K ever lie? I don't think so. They mentioned no prior Dwarven settlement attempts ... Those bodys must just be ... Bums, or hookers who got killed, or, or something. Don't worry about it.' Olon didn't look relived. He's crazy. The C***s are good people. I like C**K. I'm sure we're fine."
"Granite 3rd, 127
Rejoice! My self and Stodir have managed to find stone, and even better gold ore! This place truly is perfect! Gold, on the surface? I've never heard of such things! These are surely good signs! Now Olon can get to work making rock furniture for us, and stop thinking about bodies and other such things.''
The following is from the journal of Atir Nerdeduk, Hunter
"Granite 15th, whatever f*****g year it is
This damn land is empty. The f*****g fruity a*s wood touchers molesting my hunting equipment is the least of my worries. It turns out, the duck I was chasing on day one, is one of ours! I haven't found a single f*****g animal since we've been here. Nothing but a rattle snake and a giant mosquito. Ever try to eat either of those things? Don't. I'm gonna start butchering some of our animals pretty soon if I don't get something else to do. The damn expedition leader forgot my quiver anyway, so I'll need to butcher one of our own animals to get leather to make a new one. Incompetent f**k."
The following is from Kid Gusgashmafol, Expedition Leader
"Granite 19th, 127
A few days ago we got some temporary work shops set up outside the entrance to what will soon be our fortress. Currently we have one Stock pile dug out, but progress is coming along nicely. As soon as Olon has his workshop operational, he insisted on making doors for the entrance. I let him do so, and he's already build and placed four doors. Our entrance is only a 2 blocks wide, but Olon insisted on two lines of doors. Now that I think about it, I do feel a bit saver knowing that if anything is out there, it'll have to knock down our doors first ..."