Hello diary, it seems you will be my best friend here. I am Atír Udibâm, which roughly translates as Atír Syrupspeech. I have been given this name for my rhetorical skills. As I was not valued enough in mountainhomes I decided to try my luck in a newly founded outpost Foldedquakes. They say it's full of possibilities.
Well diary, I think I misjudged that outpost. When we, I mean I and my fellow travellers, first arrived at the site we saw nothing, but a pile of bouldes and smear of dry blood. Then, suddenly out of nowhere a dwarf appeared welcoming us to 'fortress' he called it. He said that the entrance is concealed for safety reasons and that entire fortress is deep underground in enormous natural caverns. As we were walking down the stairwell we suddenly came across a macabre scene. Walls were literary painted red with blood. My inquiry about this was waved away by simple "Well, they sometimes do get inside." Who are 'they' I found out soon enough as we came to level which was holdind a lot of corpses decayed to bone, several belonging to creatures I never saw before, many clearly butchered. When I asked of their origin I was informed they are "... crundles, nasty little buggers. We had quite some issues when we first started living in here, but now the main fort is safe."
Well, I do hope he means it. After passing through two sets of door and blood-smeared corridor ("I told you we had troubles with those nasty little bastards. Oh, and with the crocodile too.") we entered a small, walled area with clearly artificial floor. This were those large caverns people spoke off? What?
"Well, when we first arrived this was nice corner of caverns and we settled here. But the local wildlife had different idea of this-" points at omnipresent blood smears "-so we closed this piece of underground tight. There are three ways out. Do not forget to close the doors and mind the traps."
Ah. Great. Place of many oporturnities to get dead. And they put me on gem cutting duty. Me! Well diary, this is going to be interesting.
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Topic: Foldedquakes - home, damp home. (Read 628 times)