Part 4: In which the first areas of Fort Mastertea are dug
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From the Journal of
Gnorm Foul Psyche:
14th Galena, 555
Today, a forested caravan has braved entry into this forsaken town. For once, I feel that we might have to trade with them, if no halflings come.
19th Galena, 555
Thank the gods! We may be saved after all.
2nd Limestone, 555
A group of the halflings that eluded entombment scared off the caravan from Gall Pumpkin, thus I was forced to make do with the elves.
All I did was give them some of the cloth we had stolen from a previous caravan in exchange for all of their pumpkins. The four of us will need them to survive.
3rd Limestone, 555
I met with the liaison today, and I demanded that he escort the four of us back to civilization. He refused, and told us that, due to the expanding boundaries of Gall Pumpkin, we are to remain an outpost for migrants. I told him that he was mad, and showed him all of the corpses in our meeting room; he still refused. I told him then, that if we were to stay, we would need lots of food, tools, and building materials.
24th Sandstone, 555
Something has come over me; I cannot quite explain what is going on. I no longer feel a desire to continue working. Instead, I must get to a workshop immediately!
25th Sandstone, 555
The voice inside of my head ordered me to take the metalsmith's forge, so I did so. I feel that I must do exactly as it tells me.
28th Sandstone, 555
Some more migrants are coming, but I don't care. Right now, I just need gems!
From the Journal of
Gnorm Foul Psyche Witch
11th Moonstone, 555
Whatever evil spirit possessed the mayor and forced her to abandon work and to demand gems has left her, but it has also damaged her. Whatever it did, the strong-willed and determined mayor I knew is gone, replaced by the childish thing that now babbles in her place. She is no longer fit to be mayor of this town, that is a task that I, for the sake of my wife and daughter, must undertake. I am nervous; since the death of the one called Gnorm Greenwitch, his successors have been dropping like flies.
18th Obsidian, 555
This site is haunted, I swear of it. I can hear the cries of the dead and the damned all day and all night. I've got to get my family out of here.
21st Obsidian, 555
I've not seen the former mayor for a week now. It's probably for the better, as the sight of the broken soul saddened me.
1st Granite, 556
If what I've heard is true, then five hears ago, this very day, Gnorm Greenwitch and his followers arrived at this site to establish Mastertea. Now, five years later, my family, a broker, and I are the only ones that remain alive and sane in this broken settlement.
I've had a small underground bunker dug, this should help protect us from what lurks outside. I have chosen to name it "Fort Mastertea," in honor of the old town. This journal contains the thoughts and plans of those who tried to build this city up; I hope to find a means to escape it. No halfling can say for certain how things will turn out in Mastertea.