Journal of Ulengkosak
I was wondering, who knows how long. I had my mug, and my barrel. That's all a dwarf really needs. Had some seeds, too, in my pouch. Wandering from place to place, and when the barrel was empty, I'd find a nice cave, find some berries or plump helmets, or maybe even some pig tails if things were tight, and brew up some more. Saved the seeds. Those don't boil into the wart at all. Then I kept on going. I'd start with the morning and walk, looking for something new. Something different.
Not much point in stopping for anything. Humans, dwarves, elves, they just keep asking questions whenever you stay too long. Who are you? What are doing? Why do you drink so much? Well, dwarves don't ask that question so much. How should I answer? When your fortress falls, and you weren't one of the brave idiots that threw themselves against the points of the goblins, or the undead, or the demons, no one much cares for long. All judgement and the one question no one asks. Why am I not dead?
Because I didn't care enough to waste my life by throwing it to someone else. That's not a popular answer. Because I knew the battle was well past decided once I could have fought? They call that cowardice. Because I didn't much care about anything besides my stills and my farms? Then they tell me I'm just a sot, no matter how good my brews might be.
Ah well, this time I'll keep my answers to myself. It was a long winter, and while my brews are warm, it may be time to try, one more time, to fit in somewhere. But no answers this time. I found a caravan, claiming some grand mission to rebuild a new fortress on the legend of another stupid group of dwarves that dug too deep. I'll dig, and I'll brew the wine and the beer. But I'll watch, and I'll keep myself a safe place, whatever comes.
OOC: The name means "LostDrinker", because I have too many Grimmashs running around the forums. Loner, will not tell anyone anything about himself if asked, but a damn good brewer and farmer/forager.
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