Journal of Ezif "BlackFlyme" ArliengdulGranite, 195Been thinking that since I've just joined the militia, I should be keeping a journal. Not that there's much to write about, anyways. After all, who's going to bother with a settlement as small as ours, outside of the occasional scavenger? Well the buzzards for one. Damned things, as if the squawking they make overhead isn't bad enough, imagine how loud they are when they manage to get into our tavern! I swear, if I ever catch one I'll be throwing it into the fireplace!
But even worse than the noises of the buzzards are the noises made by that strange blue bird that nests in our tavern. All day and all night, all you hear are some of the most
unnatural noises I've ever heard. They sound nothing like my precious chickens. One of the others told me it's called a "guinea hen", but it sure doesn't look like a rodent!
Oh how I miss my family's old farm. It's been a few years now since I've had to leave home, yet I'm still uncomfortable with all of this. But at least there are none of those blasted nobles coming to our doors demanding tithes; money and livestock that they didn't even need.
In the end it didn't save them, either.
28th of Granite, 195Normally I wouldn't mark the date of my journal, but today something unbelievable happened! Merchants arrived! Honest to Gods merchants!
Well, less merchants and more like scavengers looking for supplies, but this is an incredible occurrence! This means that we may not be the last of our civilization, and that there may be more of us out there, banded together for survival. But most importantly, amongst the many things that were bartered back and forth, one of them was a chicken! It's the first time in years I've heard that wonderful, comforting clucking!
I think I'll be taking an extra long break after sparring and watch it for a bit.
27th of Malachite, 195It's certainly been a while, journal! Nothing much has happened, aside from Highmax's constant wanting to spar. It seems to be all he ever wants to do, in between downing an inhuman amount of mead. I swear, if he could he would be drinking it while sparring at the same time!
Though there was something odd that happened a bit earlier today. Apparently a miner broke through into some caverns, deep below the ground! I've always thought that the stories of a world below our world were but a fairytale. Supposedly they've found a lot of ore and gems down there, as well as something called cobaltite. I've heard stories of there being a metal derived from it, called cobalt, but that can't be true, can it? Isn't it just stone?
There are also some creatures living down there, from what I've heard. I saw Splint return from the caverns covered in the blood of "some long-armed freak", as he put it. I don't imagine I'd fancy meeting one of those.
19th of Galena, 195What a strange day. First it started with Osplek shouting out that his weapon was deserving of a name. Then I saw some workers hauling a cage up from the caverns, and within that cage was the most disturbing looking bird I have ever seen.
It looks like most other birds, except it is almost twice as tall as a man, and most importantly it has antlers! Splint has taken to calling this thing an elk bird. I hope it doesn't
sound like one, and I certainly won't be spending enough time near it to find out. It's hard enough to focus without all the noise that goes on throughout the day.
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