Right, this is going to be a long update. I may split it into two entries and type the second up tomorrow since it's quite late here. I will say that I have had a lot of attacks to deal with, but I'll just ignore them for journal purposes unless they do something important since there's one each season and I'm pretty much playing a year at a time.
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13th Felsite
The Elves are here again. I'd like to go speak with them but we're busy in the furnaces churning out a lot of materials for armour and weapons. With our militia getting bigger we need to keep them supplied. Komodo's taken a funny turn lately, he's taken a few bars of pig iron into the smithy and won't talk to anyone.
19th Felsite
Komodo came out of the forge today after nearly a week of working. He was carrying a studded breastplate in his hands. I've never seen a piece so good. He gave it to Thanatos before collapsing into sleep. He must not have eaten or drunk or napped for nearly a week.
3rd Malachite
A goblin tried to snatch one of the children from the food stores. Luckily Mr.Mountain was there and he propped himself up on his elbows and swiped the savage things head off with his steel halberd. There's blood everywhere, but that's better than a missing child.
2nd Galena
A group of migrants has come to join us. Apparently the king has heard how we're delayed by building a town for most of us to live in and decided to send more people who need houses. Sometimes I just don't get the nobility.
11th Galena
A caravan has come from home. It's always good to get some news from the capitol, hear how my family are doing back there and how the wars are going. We didn't do any trading with the merchants but I've given them some letters to deliver for me.
18th Galena
Well this was a most unusual thing. A vast troupe of Dark Stranglers came swarming towards us today, we all rushed into the hall to take cover of course and the soldiers set out to fend them off. They ran away before anyone got more than a few bruises, including themselves. I always though monsters were more determined than that.
19th Limestone
More migrants have arrived. We only have 12 houses built and now we need another dozen on top of the twenty we still need built. I can hear the masons complaining about it whenever I walk past their workshops.
15th Timber
The Dwarven caravan is here again. A bunch of us are bundling up the clothes left by the last group of goblins that tried to attack us. Who knows, the might be worth something.
19th Timber
Little Issok Larothiral, a migrant child, has reached the age of adulthood. He has decided to become a Priest and help people deal with their troubles. When we've gotten the Abbey itself built I'm sure he'll make it a welcoming place to be.
27 Timber
This is terrible, just simply abominably terrible. Muad'Dib was killed today. We saw it happen from the second story of the hall.
Muad'Dib stalked across the sand, bow in hand as he looked for animals to hunt. Maybe a giant sparrow or cockatiel. He heard a soft noise, the sound of something moving through sand. It was behind him.
He heard the snap of a bowstring, the whistle of a flying bolt, the cracking of his arms bone as the metal projectile hit home. Muad dropped to the ground clutching at his arm, more bolts striking the ground around him. One hit his leg, another his chest, the breath caught in his lungs as he struggled to stay conscious through the pain.
He managed to raise his head as a shadow fell over him. A goblin stood before him, it's wiry frame lined with stringy muscle, it's face twisted with cruelty. It lifted a foot, pressed it onto Muad's wounded leg and pushed.
Muad'Dib fought down the urge to scream as pain lanced through him.
The goblin looked down at him, an expression of irritation on it's face. Scowling it drew a copper sword from it's back, grasping the blade with two hands. As Muad's vision began to fade the last thing he saw was the blade streaking towards him.
We drove the goblins away with the help of the dwarven caravan guards, but it was too late. Muad'Dib has been buried in the catacombs beneath the hall. Issok performed the burial rites.
Three squads of goblins attacked us this day, only one of those squads escaped. Sadly they were the ones that killed Muad. We failed to avenge his death.
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I'll leave it there for now. More to follow later.
Above ground unwalled forts are dangerous places, the loss of a named character is always unwelcome, but sometimes is unavoidable.
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