Sorry for the double post. Here's the journal for spring.
1st of Granite
Pul came to me today, to propose a new form of leadership for Omristadil. She suggested that she, Grizzle (don't ask about his name) and me created something he called "The Council of Three" - an assembly of Consuls, who switched the governing of the colony for each year. I was next. Even though I was slightly shocked by the prospect, I agreed, on account of Pul being my close friend. She gave me full responsibilty for the coming year, and retired to make more mechanisms. I think she might be exhausted, and let it be clear to whomever read this journal, that I did not choose to lead because it makes me powerful - I choose to lead because Pul asked me to. The Council of Three is to meet at least once a month. Grizzle was busy with the damned plump helmets when I consulted him, and though he agreed to the Council, he was more concerned with the food. He proposed above-ground crops. I will consider this.
2nd of Granite
Pul and I agreed the current dining room is a bit ascetic for our tastes, and she drew up a plan of a dining room down in the layers of chert. Besmar (my fiancé) and I started digging it out. Stone is the material of the Dwarves, after all.
5th of Granite
"If we are to build aboveground farming plots, we must construct a wall to keep invaders out," argued Pul. "Mayhaps," said Grizzle, "But this is not my concern, I know little of defences." In silence, I took notes to construct a makeshift palisade. From stone. "At any rate," said Pul, "There'll be more stonetraps at the gates - defence is a concern, indeed."
7th of Granite
More plump helmets. I'll dig myself a grave if I have to endure eating one more raw plump helmet. Hopefully, the kitchen will be done soon, and Grizzle can start cooking some damn meals. I took time to admire the design of the Forges. The pillars of clay are both beautiful and arranged nicely. Pul may be fond of plump helmets, but her architecture is not to be underestimated.
Started digging through dirt at the farming plots, to make room for cave wheat and pig tails. Have I mentioned the only drink we have to wash down the plump helmets is dwarven wine - made from plump helmets?
15th of Granite
We begun burning lignite today, and the sweet, sweet smell of coal filled the halls. Finaly, the kitchen is finished. Grizzle will be cooking the rest of the week.
25th of Granite
"Dinner is served!" yelled Grizzle proudly, and it echoed through the halls. Wild with joy, we all scrambled to the newly establisted dining room down in the stone. Great was our happiness, when we saw in our minds the sweet, sweet meals we would eat. No more plump helmets! No more tasteless mushrooms!
... Armok have mercy on our souls.
1st of Slate
34 Migrants arrived today. There is simply no room, as it is, but Pul has been working furiously since they came to our door, on planning new bedrooms. Grizzle is still proud of his bloody plump helmets, but at least his begun to sow other crops on the newly made farm plots. If I did not love the bugger, I would drown him in dwarven wine.
4th of Slate
Rith came to me today - told me he had stopped working on the outer walls. When I asked him why, he described to me a horrible beast that had scared him off. Grizzle and I ran up, pick and shovel in hand, to find a spectacular monster, namely, a monstrous kea, almost as big as my head. I kindly informed Rith to screw his head back on, grow some b'lls and get on with the bloody wall. Grizzle hasn't stopped laughing.
15th of Slate
Council Meeting today. Pul looked exhausted, albeit, better than she did when she proposed the Council. Grizzle is apparantly happy with the new aboveground farm plots, even though Pul and I worry about the outer wall. "Put some of the migrants to work," said Grizzle, his mouth full of some bright, oddly purple Plump Helmet-roast. As always, my friend sees the obvious truth that I cannot grasp. Pul fell asleep during the meeting, and we carried her back to her bedroom - the new rooms are already being dug out in the old mining shafts beneath the forges. Omristadil still smells of coal, and soon, I will strike the earth again, hoping to find iron. With luck, we shall arm ourselves in cold steel.
17th of Slate
Dumat, who tells me he is a reknowed Soap Maker (Grizzle keeps telling everyone - Dumat does not get irony) brought home an eagle today, proudly presenting it to me. He then left it at my feet, wandering of, undoubtedly to slay the nefarious keas, who so threaten our security (and masonry, foremost).
We have no butchery, I realised, as I rushed to Pul, feeling a sting of guilt as I asked her to design one. She complied, it is long since I saw her so happy as now. I hope some of the migrants no how to slaugther, because I simply will not have Grizzle cutting up animals with a knife, if I can help it!
21st of Slate
I inspected the Kitchen today. My horrors were fulfilled - despite massive efforts to harvest the wild crops aboveground, this is the total tally of prepared meals:
Afterwards, I seemingly managed to get Grizzle away from the kitchen, by suggesting that he showed the migrants how to really engrave stone - truth be told, Grizzle is quite skilled with chisel. He enthusiasticly began yelling at the clueless, and rather clumsy, migrants, who have been swarming the kitchen for the last week.
Pul is finaly getting some sleep.
5th of Felsite
The rooms are nearly complete, and Pul presented me with the plans for the Council Room today. It's just a small room with a couple of chairs, but it will fit the purpose nicely. I consider melting some of the gold we found, and order someone to make statues out of it. I will consider this.
12th of Felsite
An elven caravan. Grizzle and I watched them closely as the approached, phony smiles on their faces, asking us to sell them our crafts. We complied of course, they have food, alcohol and clothing.
13th of Felsite
The elves are still here - I cannot shake the feeling that they have ulterior motives for visiting. Spies, perhaps? Is that it? Aban the Carpenter gave birth to a boy today on a fishing trip - I have no idea how the various migrants work together as couples. At any rate, it is a joyous event. Grizzle proposed a feat, consisting of Plump Helmets, Plump Helmets, Plump Helmets, and a barrel of dwarven wine. I grind my teeth at the very thought.
14th of Felsite
The elves offered us a fine example of a giant louse. We politely declined - that is, I did, Grizzle was busy roaring with sarcastic laughter. The elves seemed more puzzled than offended, and Pul quickly pointed out that this was a Dwarven tradition. The elves politely accepted, and went on to laugh as well, in unsteady, highpitched voices. Pul and I felt obliged to do so too, and the result was at least a dozen dwarves and elves laughing uneasily at each other. My laughter became genuine at some point.
We bought food, drinks and a few seeds, for a couple of rock jewelery and crafts. Luckily, we kept the rock instruments. How does one manage to produce sound from a rock trumpet? But I digress - we declined the wooden weaponry.
22nd of Felsite
I ordered another kitchen built - the other one was filled with eager dwarves making tallow. Better than plump helmets, I guess. Dumat the Soap Maker seems especially enthusiastic. I shiver at the prospect.
New tally of the prepared meals in stock.
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23rd of Felsite
Council Meeting today. We discussed the arrival of the elves, plans fora new furniture stockpile, and my plans of striking earth. Come summer, and I will dig for iron.
28th of Felsite
Ushrir (some stonecrafter) started working tirelessly in one of the workshops. He refuses food, drink and rest. He's eyes glow with industry, and he refuses to tell us anything. Grizzle gave up trying to talk to him, and Pul is rather concerned with him. I strike earth.
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