-This is a capybara leather bound book. It is bound to a copper carry-chain. Inside the cover are the words "Property of Splint Loafsteed" in human. Much of the writing up to 1st Granite of 193 mirrors a great deal of previous leadership logs. There are several crude drawings of buzzards and humans fighting on some pages.-
1st Granite, 193
Grim says leading the settlement is starting to put some undue stress on him. I can understand that, and I've taken the helm for the time being. We have a lot of bricks laying around, so I've tasked the masons with putting up some of the walls and start on some towers, as well as building a small bridge to lower the risk of accidental deaths in the river. I've also asked around and told our metalsmith to swap out the silver morningstars our macemen have for at the very least copper ones. Silver may hold a good edge for a brief time but just beating on those damned birds has already blunted them from what I can tell.
I also got the ok from Grim to have a food cellar dug out so our provisions aren't out in the open anymore and we have somewhere to retreat to if things get bad, as well as getting the rest of that tetrahedrite (I think that's what the miner said that stuff's called) vein mined and brought topside. Once he finishes his break that is.
3rd Granite, 193
Hathur isn't doing so well. For some reason our physician isn't checking on him and getting him treatment for reasons I can't fathom. He appears to have healed up well without so much as a scar from what I can tell, but something else is wrong with him. He's tried twice to get up only to fall flat on his face.
I've requested some gauntlets and boots be forged from copper as well. We have enough materials to pad the interiors of them and if the likes of beak wolves, stranglers, or gods forbid, werewolves, show themselves, we'll need the protection from thier fangs and beaks.
15th Granite, 193
Hello there journal. It's been near three weeks, two, something to that effect, since I last touched you. Someone tried to throw a party. After much protests against breaking it up I finally flipped a table and threatened to beat the two trying to get the party going within an inch of their lives, and that seems to have motivated them to get back to work. Hathur still hasn't improved and Highmax even tried to flip him out of his bed to no avail.
All he did was tell Highmax to "Go fuck yourself and leave (him) be." He then called him an elf for some odd reason so I'm starting to think someone gave him a bucket of wine rather than water earlier.
20th Granite, 193
One of the yaks gave birth today, and after having a small stone bridge built to avoid any unforseen accidents, I've asked the others to build a metal foundry so we can relocate our furnaces. I've also sent a lumberjack to take down some trees. It turns out we've already depleted our charcoal reserves, and we can't exactly make armor and weapons without that unless magma decides to start gushing from the ground. The maybe the ancient texts Eri found in the wagon would be of some use. They seem to contain magma metallurgy schematics, but none of us knows what in the hell the books containing them says as none of us speaks dwarven.
There's our first update. I'll post some pictures at the end. So far I have built a small stone bridge (I had to savescum once because both Highmax and myself were swept into the river and drowned because they kept fording it instead of going through the tavern,) and a foundry to house our furnaces. Once we have some more ryholite bricks I'll be able to expand it to accomodate a glass furnace and kiln as well.
Our clerk is also in bad shape. It says he's exhausted but why I can't tell. Did he suffer some kind of brain damage?