23 Hematite
I’ve settled into my room. The Overseer, a solid dwarf named Splint seems unsure of what to do with me, since I showed up alone. I haven’t been assigned a job, so I just try to be useful hauling things around. Another test of toughness, and it’ll help make my upper body strength increase. With the bigger loads, my shadow helps, making the floor underneath it frictionless, the load gliding along on shadows.
Watched the soldiers train a little this afternoon. One of the squad leaders, whose name I choose not to remember, tried to talk me up. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be watching big strong men commit acts of violence. Why don’t I show you a different kind of act?” I gave him my backhand, but that only made him smile wider. “Why, how comradely!” Suddenly he looked at his armor, and started muttering. I doubt he realized he was still pretty loud. “You just don’t fulfill me like you used to! A dwarf has needs!” I started backing away, but this got his attention. “Wait up, beautiful!” I frowned, and as he got close, I slipped to the side, and tripped him. Once he was on the ground I told him quite simply that if he tried to touch me, I would break every bone in every finger and then pull out his nails.
Question for consideration: What kind of fucked up guy thinks a bitch slap is “comradely”?
25 Hematite
Apparently, those migrants I was with weren’t the only ones in the caravan. Two groups had set out, and I just had the bad luck to be in the group that got ambushed. There were four others, so I figured these guys got attacked too. The big difference seems to be the two big fellas, Thumper and Crusher. They look like they could kill a goblin by grabbing his head in one fist and squeezing. Overseer Splint took them on as bodyguards, then began training. I asked him about the possibility of a job, but he said he would get back to me later. Looks like more crap hauling.
Question for further consideration: What the hell is it with the mugs? There are fucktons of them.
27 Hematite
Overseer Splint has begun a project, making improvements to the fort’s defenses. I helped by dragging rocks.
Armokdammit, I’m BORED.
1 Malachite
Still no sign of the Spawn. Of course. A few of the people around here are telling me that everyone here has some kind of hammer training, and that everyone has a hammer. Seems one of the other OS had the idea of training the non military so they can defend themselves in an emergency. Great idea. ‘Cept for one teeny problem. I don’t have a hammer. So, in a fort of toughs, I’m the wimp. I hate being the wimp. Gimme something to do, Splint…
7 Malachite
Watched the soldiers training more. That jackass from before didn't see me, so, I was free to observe him get his face pounded a few times. He thanked the person who punched him each time. It's like his face is numb to pain or something. I've probably underestimated his strength, but he still gets no respect from me. I will break bones if he tries anything.
24 Malachite
The only reason I’m writing is to record for posterity that the sea of skyblood is drying up. Everything exciting I've heard is either absent or becoming so.
I'm going to murder someone if I don't get a job. I swear to Armok I am.
More rock hauling. Maybe if I bricked up Splint's room while he was in it, he'd pay more attention.
27 Malachite
It's raining blood. Holy fucking Armok, it really is raining "grade a" hundred-proof smells-like-bacon BLOOD. If I was a vampire, this place would be fucking paradise. As it is, that scent is making me hungry. Wonder if we have any bacon? Or maybe fried lizard nuggets.
28 Malachite
Dragged some caged animals around so they could be hung from the wall. Apparently it's a security system, as they set up an unholy racket anytime they spot enemies. It's a very nice idea. Effective. Some guy named Mr Frog (he was emphatic that there be no period) was watching to make sure things were done properly. He looks a bit like me, taller and thinner than the average dwarf. Maybe one of his parents was human?
10 Galeena
Bored again. Helped build a mill. Helped as in more dragging shit. If I can just find a spare knife and a snatcher, I'll prove my worth with a goblin barbeque. The walls and towers are practically done too. With even that over... Maybe I'll start smacking Splint every day until he puts me on something.