So, here's my short story
Diary of Peregar Dentedwhips, expedition leader hermit of Razors Of Neutralization17th Granite, 50.We finally arrived to the border of Dunes of Rust. This is the most diguisting place I’ve ever seen. Black sand, rare filthy glumprong trees, mist... We’d never been here, but our goal...
Oh. I think I should start over again.
First of all, we - seven rogues with no skills or values - came here in search of riches. There always were rumors about endless treasures that can be found in these barren lands, but no one dared to settle there and mine those riches. So, finally seven peasants gathered their last values, borrowed a wagon with small load of supplies and moved here.
Those who said us goodbyes looked like they are burying us alive. Huh, you’ll see how rich we’ll return, all of you will see!
So, when we arrived,I took the pick and went to dig a shelter. I heard rangers’ stories about rains here, in the dunes, and don’t want to prove if they were right.
While I was digging, others brought the supplies inside, and made our first furniture piece here - a stone hatch cover, which was set to block the downstair into shelter. Just in time - the rain of filthy slush has began. It causes blisters, nausea and dizziness when falls on your skin, all of us have experienced it, but finally it’s over.
The wagon animals were ordered to be butchered... Oh. The worst horror stories of this land were true. After the yak and buffalo were butchered, their skins raised and began attacking us! I was hiding down at my tunnels, while others desided to run to the surface. Fools.
I locked the hatch for my own safety... What?! I never knew them before our journey, and we wouldn’t be friends, I think. Not with those rogues. I’d never trust them, if hadn’t forced to assign them into my travel... oh, that’s long story that I shoulnd’t include here.
So, now I’m alone here. I’m strong at my goal to mine the riches from this land and claim them for my own, and I swear I will.
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I found a hematite vein - not such a treasure, but valualbe anyway. Good. If not those blood gnats everywhere...
11th Slate, 50I still shiver when thinking of it... The yak hair that remained in the butchers shop attacked me. I killed it, but then it attacked me again!... I killed it again, dropped it into hole and covered it with rock salt boulder, but I don’t know if that’s enough.
I slept on the rough floor and didn’t like it. So, after I set three small farms, I made myself a nice oaken bed, and dug a quarters. Such a good feeling to sleep at my own big room!
1st Slate, 50Today I drank my last barrel of booze that we brough here. But my plump helmets grow good, so I think I’ll make some booze by myself.
Oh, I think before I can make booze, I should make some barrels...
6th Malachite, 50My companions have returned. As ghosts. Never seen one before.
I guess I should make them slabs, just to sleep well.
Also, looks like there are group of dwarves came to our camp... Fools, they though that I’d give them all that I dug for myself. No way. I never felt so calm before. No one should be allowed here!
23rd Limestone, 50I’ve found a gold vein! Finally, the treasures that I was looking for!
17th Obsidian, 50I was making a safe entrance for merchants linking gate bridge to lever, when a ghost of some dwarf appeared. It was carrying meat cleaver and looked very... angry. I said that I will make him a slab later, it didn’t answer, but cut my leg off!
Now I can’t even move, and the ghost is near and watching me. I’m scared. These lands have taken their revenge...
All I can do now is just stay here on the floor and make some sketches of what I have here, waiting for ghost or hunger and thrist finish their job...
The depot:
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