I had screens of the depat plus region screens, but I had previously decided not to use this area due to lack of danger (before the warewolves showed up….) so I don’t have the screens now. It is located on a river delta between two minor rivers with lots of flux under an aquifer. Area is Haunted / Haunted, forest area.
I have no experience digging through aquifers, and I do not intend to read a guide. This should lead to SHINANIGANS. It does not have magma, which will constantly force the dwarves out into the forest to get lumber. 
Also, I will be limited my use of cage traps for when I actually want to trap a monster. I.E., I will not be stacking my entrance full of them. If I decide to start an arena, I may trap a few goblins, but otherwise, its all dogs, pressure plates, levers, and crazy military dwarfs!
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1st Granite
Today we break ground for what is to be the great fortress of Shedimmorul! I will mention, for the more common folk, that Shedimmorul means Shadowpages in the common tongue. I will not mention it again, as speaking the common tongue leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
As this is my first journal entry, I shall give some context to the situation I now find myself in. My name is Tekkud Ebaloshrir, and I am the second son of King Anul Ebaloshrir. Three months ago, during a particularly rowdy night, I saw fit to point out my older brothers utter incompetence at his job as prince. Three weeks later my father announced that I would be embarking on a glorious expedition into the Wild North to spread the name of Ebaloshrir to these savage lands. I am sure this sequence of events is simply a coincidence.
Our journey started out as it should – with a parade in our honor, with lots of maidens and what not throwing plump helmets into the path of the wagon train. I appreciated the sentiment, but the mushrooms piled so high at one point we had to call the city sweeper to move them out of the way. I did notice several of the expedition members grabbing a few to put into their bags. While these are not, shall we say, standard rations, common folk are known for their unrefined tastes, and to a certain extent it cannot be helped.
Journeying North was pleasant, as we passed through the Morgal Hills and into the Abknahadin Forrest. Quite pleasant. However, on the third day of our forth month into our trek, it started raining.
Mud, my gentle readers, is not heroic. In fact, it is just the opposite. I was forced to remove my armor simply to stay afoot. Can you imagine? A noble dwarf without his armor? Shame. It will take my squire days to get the shine and polish back into my weapons and armor.
Despite these inconveniences, however, we pressed on. The further and further we Traveled North the darker and more… sinister our surroundings got. Whisperings amongst the men indicated that they thought we should stop, or go back. Cowards! We must press on to the place my father has chosen for us. With a good “Tally ho!” and “What for!” I took to the head of the column, spurring our men on!
Several hours later we arrived at a fertile river valley. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Though the trees seemed covered in some foul and noxious purple ichor, I must say I feel it added to the mystique of the area in general. Suddenly, I spotted some savage looking beasts of the wild. Fierce creatures that emerged from the ground with beady eyes and devilish teeth. I looked back to assess the readiness of the men, in case a conflict should arise.
“Squire! Get me my armor!”
But nay! To my shock, there were only seven men and one wagon still remaining. Deserters! Not even my squire remained. Damn them, those dirty commoners and their lack of moral fiber!
Immediately, I called for a strategic retreat from what the men were calling the “groundhogs”, to take stock of the situation and decide what to do. While I was considering a flanking maneuver on the daemon beasts, one of the commoners, bless his courageous little soul, pointed out that in our hurry to reposition the troops at a more strategically sound location, we had trapped ourselves between two rivers and the fiendish creatures! Zounds!
This was, of course, my plan! What more perfect location could we have for our fortress than a fertile river delta?
I rallied the men and prepared to make a speech. I stopped in front of each one of them and asked for their name and gender (sometimes it can be so hard to tell amongst the common folk).
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