HematiteI have ordered the creation of a second group of archers. One group will patrol the perimeter of the city, the other will train in the Hunting Lodge. The city is busy. Sacha and the others are chopping down one tree after the other, to fuel the furnace that is our city of New Murderfarmed. Betelgeuse insists that he is the mayor. I let him think what he will. There is too much trouble in oppressing, me and Wolfwood agrees. I would rather make my impression upon the town in more subtle ways.
MalachiteThe new work on the central square of the town has begun. I envision statues and cobbleroads! Flamey came to me today and complained. He had been stung by a honeybee, and demanded we unleash fiery war upon the guilty. I promised him that this would happen, and told the military to run around for a while.
This seems to have satisfied him.
Betelgeuse demands that we do not export animal traps. To my knowledge, we have never even produces any form of trap, much less animal traps. I run with it, and tell him to be patient. Regularly. This is also to calm down his outrageous demands for a palace! Who is he to demand this?!
The population now numbers 72. and still more children are born. We'll have to make additional housing, I'm afraid. This will be hard.
More migrants.
Galena The humans arrive in caravans.
We're under siege. I am writing this with unsteady hands, looking to an unsteady future. I hope our men can drive them back.
MIRACOLOUS! We have struck back the Goblins, with minimal losses! Only infinity weapon and two recruits had to let their lives, in a heroic counter-attack of the goblin army. Felcis and Wolfwood screamed with bloodlust, and our bolts, carved from animals that we have raised ourselves, rained down upon the Goblin army, who could no more mount a true attack, than they could defend themselves against ours.
We have buried Infinity Weapon and the two others beside my house. Sacha cried, and Betelgeuse had for once no words about his palace on silly mandates. For a time, as we stood there, I think some of our old feuds died out. At least for now. New Murderfarmed will never, ever stop being a city of feuds, I fear.
After the funeral, Betelgeuse and me went to the Depot, to trade with the frightened humans. Curiously, among all the wares of standard-fare, there was one barrel atfter the other, filled with various forms of animal blood. When we questioned the traders, they just winked knowingly at us.
We did not buy the blood.
Limestone[No notes for this month, just sketches of the town square]
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SandstoneNew Murderfarmed is busy. Autumn draws to a close, step by step, and the town square rises beautifully. The statues are touching and masterworks of craft. Anyone would envy us this accomplishment. I have given the arhcers some days off - I feel they deserve it. The next step is to construct some additional housing.
This means that we'll have to fell more wood.
Sacha has given birth to another boy. Hah, we are surely a fertile people. We gather the leftovers from the battle. Perhaps some of the armor will come in handy later.
TimberThe old tower, which only held a couple of chests in the old days, we now use for a Hospital. There are still wounded from the Battle against the Goblins, but each and every of them is growing better everyday. We sew clothing too these days, and the dyer has finally started to dye stacks of cloth. They are very pretty all of them, but I suspect we might not have enough.
Betelgeuse has been given his "palace". It's a small house on the way to the Town Square. We've started to make a larger road, and we'll set up some simple huts too, pretty soon.
A set of poor-housing has been constructed. There is much work in making complete houses, yet we drive on.
MoonstoneI went to the cemetary today, to pay my respects. The archers have taken up training again.
I think Argonnek may not be well. He owns around 10 cats or so, and he has absolutely no reason why, and he refuses to have them taken away. I am unsure on how to deal with this.
Four more houses built. The city starts to take from in reality now, the busy sounds from the streets, the distant view of the watch-towers and the neverending, deeply annoying, sound from almost a hundred animals, meowing, moohing, grunting doing whatever vile thing the gods made them do.
OpalWe killed a goblin straggler today. I'm afraid more of them might lurk around the perimeter. I hope not, though.
Only two months left of my overseeing, before I'll turn Murderfarm over to it's next leader. I have decided the town needs someone else to lead it for a while. Not Betelgeuse though. Not in his current state of confused mayorship. Some competent. I'll leave the decision to the cummunity.
Except.
They chose Betelgeuse for mayor. No, I'll choose a successor myself. Let me see.
[Winter is found dead from dehydration several days (18th of Opal) later for unknown reasons. His journal and overseership of New Murderfarm ends here, as does his journal.]
OOC: That was a tough going it was. At any rate, here's the save. We need more housing, and the military could do with reinforcement in any way, armour men, whatever. I'm afraid we might not be able to repel any bigger Goblin Invasions, because we, after all, are a small, mostly undefended, town.
It's growing beautiful though, the little town.
I'm aware I was meant to continue one-month and a half more, but when Winter died, it seemed natural to stop. So there it is.
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