12th Limestone, 1051
Nosey's Log
Reports of a Dwarven Caravan has reached us. I was expecting the Humans to come over and trade with us first, but they don't seem to want to cooperate with us yet. I send for Dulgoth and our Building Designer to put together a Trade Depot, while I have a talk with the Liaison. I ask for an Anvil, Clothes, and a couple of this and thats. We don't really have a need for alcohol (yet I can definitely use another brew right now), and our food stocks seem to be in order. The Liaison jots down our requests on a large slate of rock. As he begins to speak I lead him about the fort. Showing him the farms, the workshops, back to the farm for some food, then down towards the sleeping chambers. As he babbled off regulations and money spenditures, I slowly drift off into sleep. I wake suddenly, the liaison finally finishes up that he'd like some shoes and some stone crafts out of us. Fair enough. Dulgoth approaches me as I exit on to the surface
"The Traders are here, we have nothing to give really..." he mutters quietly.
"Do they have an Anvil?" I ask, paying no attention to the low tones of my comrade.
"Yes of course, but~"
"Tear it down" I interrupt.
"What?" he raises an eyebrow.
"Tear down the Trade Depot. Do it indiscreetly. Make it out to be faulty designs" I respond, ignoring the complaints from the Building Designer ("But my buildings ever collapse" he whines)
Dulgoth shrugs then adds, "Oh and by the way, that mayor has been watching us from behind the corner of that house". He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. I peer behind him and see a fat man in dull browns duck behind the corner.
"Nevermind him. We have more construction to do, and he's the least of our worries."
12th September, 1051
Upu Adreluto, Human Mayor
A Caravan approaches from the South! Our merchants swung into full effect and began setting out their wares. From the looks of it, they appear to be more foul beer guzzling midgets. But there is one difference between these dwarves and the ones taking residence under our feet. Trade Goods and Money. I especially like the latter.
...
Those Bastards! Who the hell do they think they are! The Caravan passed right through our town, right into the Trade Depot of Guildrein! We have so much to offer, yet they go to that filth hole! Not only do these dwarves steal our land, they steal our profits, and Now they bring Kobold Thieves to our lands!
Not just one Kobold either... Three of them appeared near our town. Taking from OUR merchants!
However, I don't stand alone with the hatred of the dwarves. My loyal guards have now join in with me. However, we cannot take direct actions towards them. The Merchants and the people seem to still like the presence of our stout enemies. I can't see why, I saw them purposely tear down their depot on top of the caravan's goods... I'll continue observing them, waiting for just one major slip up...
That's it for tonight. Might post more tomorrow morning. Will probably post later tomorrow night. Once again, participation is encouraged, so is criticism and question/debate.
[ December 10, 2007: Message edited by: Nos3y ]