Oooooh boy, got a lot to catch up on.
Journal of McMeph
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The Adamantine, Praise Armok, Praise the Miners, has been harvested. The strands have been extracted and smelted to wafers. His Glory approaches!
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I have obviously been aware that the Second Generation exists. I have even had occasion to encounter some of these scions. Dohon and Timeless Bob are the first two I have had prolonged contact with. Dohon is old enough to join the workforce, but seems impatient and in need of direction. Timeless Bob is precocious, already surprisingly articulate for a child of 2. She has already begun to show a healthy interest in weapons of war. Her solemnity in informing me of the obvious merits of hammerhead javelins was adorable.
What must it be like, to be born and raised of flesh? Was I ever an infant? I remember running through the stone corridors of the first Mountainhome, but I cannot remember anything earlier.
What must it be like, to learn from Dwarves instead of directly from the will of Armok? I remember Him guiding and sustaining us when we were but newly created, teaching to survive and praise Him. Will Faith endure without that true communion?
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Armok, Father of Blood, Father of Conflict! Armok, Lord of Avarice and of Creation! Armok, hear me! One of your own comes to you! Bloodied Sawgile, strong armed and beautiful of voice, comes to you with parched lips! Let her drink of the blood she has spilled to you!
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McMeph has demonstrated wisdom. He has ordained the creation of a catapult, from which we will be able to hurls the Fortress's landmine forth at our enemies. Not sure if that will work, but if it does, BOOM!
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We have Heretic Traders. I wanted to see them burned, but McMeph decided that we would save that for a future date. These Drow seem to be foul creatures.
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I am confused. McMeph has received orders from the Mountainhome. Apparently, it was supposed to be McMahrgell to lead this expedition. Our Priest has stepped down, and allowed the miner to take charge.
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Previously, we had approached the work with each doing what was needed when it was needed. McMahrgell has promised to change this, and intends to assign each a role
2nd Granite, 32nd year
Praise Armok! We have spilled the blood of the earth itself! The magma sea has been pierced, and one day it will feed our glorious industry.
19th Granite, 32nd year
Big D the 145 has ascended to the ranks of legend. His skill in the cutting of lumber is without peer.
23th Felsite, 32nd year
I have been commanded to act as a trader to the Heretics, this time elves. I wonder if I can find a way to slip the mine into their wagons and set it off.
14th Hematite, 32nd year
I do not know how to feel. The heretic traders have left without me having to engage them. On the one hand, I feel somehow that I have failed in my duty. On the other, I did not have to expose myself to these creatures of wood and vine. They should be cut down the same way we cut down their forests.
1st Limestone, 3nd year
This time, I was not able to avoid trading with the heretics. This time they were humans.
It was not so bad as I had feared. Humans are not like elves. While they are not creatures of industry or true Faith, they do not worship trees. Perhaps they can be converted to the worship of Armok.
more later.