First attempt at writing a story, hope to receive feedback and comments (good or bad).
Journal Entry # 1:
It’s been a long trek from the Mountainhomes – the way all tales start, or at least, so I’ve heard. I doubt the stories mention the joyous journey there; then again, I doubt those stories tell the tale of someone as lucky as me. ‘Go into the Elf lands; build a fortress that will be the envy of all who see it. Show those Elves what we can do.’ So said the King, and so I did…this smells like conspiracy to me: Probably because I was getting too friendly with the King’s daughter… probably should not delve into that too much, in case someone finds those journals.
Journal Entry # 2:
It’s been a joy of a journey, walking through stinking swamps with nothing but mosquitoes and an Elf for company. The other expedition members are already at the site; at least I will be able to crawl into a comfortable bed when this hell of a journey is over. My guide has been forced to do this task it seems… He looked at me oddly the other night; I think am going to sleep with my axe in hand today…
Journal Entry # 3:
I caught a lizard today, decided to keep it for dinner: haven’t eaten anything but berries for three weeks. When I walked away from the camp to get some dry twigs that son of an Elf set the lizard free: Said it was inhumane to eat the poor creature. I hope that bastard chokes on his barriers, or gets eaten by an alligator – I’ve seen a lot of those lately, I think they’re following us.
Journal Entry # 4:
Reached the site at last, not much to look at unfortunately, a cart full of ale with a makeshift tent over it, they haven’t dug in yet; apparently the miners need me to show them how to use a pick. At least I got rid of that damned Elf, his stares started freaking me out, and I could swear he touched me while I was sleeping a few nights ago.
Journal Entry # 5:
Dug into the hill yesterday, lots of mud, but at least there was no aquifer, the horror stories I’ve heard about those are enough to give any Dwarf nightmares for weeks. The carpenter started working on making us some beds, the first priority is to dig deep enough into a dry area though: The heat and humidity is beginning to spoil the ale, the food doesn’t smells too good either. I do hope we move under the ground soon, it feels as if there’s a swamp up my rear, complete with all the wildlife and Elves…. also my rear hurts every time I think of my damned guide, not sure why, not sure I want to know either.