Trip Ledger
WAGON 4
(The following is written in the blank pages of an accounts ledger following a precise accounting of valuable trade goods bartered for much-used, soiled and regretfully un-seaworthy bulk sock bales.)
The lava surge came from the volcano shortly after our arrival, I like my cat roast well-done but....
We needed pipe fast and so used two of the 13 logs from the wagon load. Two of the four ballast blocks from the wagon will be needed for the pumps as well.
After rapid construction the pumps are used on the already-stopped lava flow. They're stopped when back-wash threatens to send the pump operators to the bottom of the sea following some of our limited supplies.
The eruption has created a fair amount of new land around the island. A passage is cut through the cooled part of the lava flow to give us access to the west side of the island. With some patching-up the cooled flow will make decent shelter in short order. We sure need it as rotten goo has started raining from the sky. It stunk of elves and trees and soon had everyone sick to their stomachs.
The yaks, like the rest of us, are yakking all over. With nothing for them to eat they have to be slaughtered. Some beds have been set up at least. Both cats that came in the wagon had died in the lava so the butcher's in the basement was quickly turned into our still. We have to have more shelter. Two more logs are used to fire a set of green glass pump components and the seawater pumps are set up anew. An awning gives some shelter to our goods out in the wagon at least.
By late spring we are pumping lava and water onto the southwest quadrant of the island. With more space to get around a hollow was cut from the native rock composing the western spur of the volcano. This sheltered ground will be able to support the plump helmet spawn still packed in the wagon. A hole is excavated to cast another deeper floor as well. There is puke everywhere, I had to order cleaning attempts to stop as it was wasted effort.
By the time the sub-basement's access ramp was being collapsed out the first barrels of Castaways' Plump Helmet Wine were rolling out of the still with a couple dozen drinks to spare. The vomiting and nausea fade with decreased exposure to the rotten goo and there have been no additional side effects so far.
The main floor is left for now but the basement is expanded. GreatWyrmLimestone the ranking survivor of the guards has taken over the task of mining. I can tell winter has set in by the stars but this weather is still scorching and the smell of hot vomit mingled with the rotten goo will be better locked outside of solid rock.
Winter will be spent expanding the shelter casting to the northwest quadrant of this island. While I do want it to be worthy of dwarves for now, I
will be getting off this island. I'm fairly certain that the old liaison Malthas feels the same way, same thing with Peregar the wandering tinker whom we met on the road; some dwarves just can't stay penned up in one fortress or group for their whole lives.
Or months. Basically we've gotta get out of here before someone goes crazy.
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