A story of a Group of dwarves attempting to build a fortress in haunted lands.
-In the middle of nowhere-
On order of the queen we have been sent to build an outpost near nowhere of interest surrounded by skeletal creatures, how nice.
-1st of granite-
Well we have arrived after a a few weeks of travelling and our supplies are at a bare minimum and these layabouts look as if they haven't done a days work in their entire life, lets just hope this isn't true...
-5th of granite-
We have hollowed out a small cave for accomidation, it looks like we will be building here then.
By the way, the whole mountain is made out of osidian, no wonder they wanted us to build on this location... there must be magma nearby.
-12th of granite-
We have made sure the main tunnel into the fortress is long and has a sharp turn leading to the barracks and dining hall, we don't want goblin archers firing arrows into the rooms.
-18th of granite-
Nothing of interest has happened lately except for the fact that we have made a farm that links to the dining room.
Upon closer inspection of the dwarves I'll be staying with for... so long, it seems that they are actually quite experienced with their proffessions and seem all to have come from good backgrounds, how lucky.
-26th of granite-
''Sir, look! animals! come quick'' is what he shouted, at first I thought he was talking about some damned elves coming to trade early but it was something I wasn't expecting at all.
Skeletal groundhogs? For their sake I hope they don't come near or they shall taste the edge of an osidian sword!!!
On a completely different note, I ordered one of my fine men to make some short swords.
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