7th Hematite
Spring has passed into Summer, and still we sleep in the grass. I hope Hawke finishes the hut soon.
Libitina is fashioning mechanisms so that we can set up traps. It will be a sparse defense, but it will be better than what few weapons we have.
13th Hematite
The mechanisms are finished, I have asked Libitina, still the only one of us with no immediate tasks, to dig into the ground for rock and ore.We will need it to have any hope of building a proper shelter and to equip ourselves for battle.
15th Hematite
Libitina found a layer of clay beneath us. We're setting up some kilns so we can make bricks and various crafts. We're also setting up furnaces to make use of the plentiful sand found here.
19th Hematite
A pair of our people arrived today. A farmer and a ranger. Apparently they were sent out to bolster our numbers, though I'd hardly call two people bolstering. I guess it must be too difficult for large numbers of migrants to pass through the dead lands.
25th Galena
Our pigs and chickens have been panicking lately. I suspect it to have something to do with the buzzard flock nearby, though why the pigs are concerned is beyond me.
1st Limestone
Splint and I have lain our weapons down for a short while to craft cloth bags to gather sand in. It's quick work, and more restful than I had expected.
Moon Label is filling bags with sand as fast as we can make them, even with occasional breaks to work the pottery. If we ever see any traders we'll have plenty to offer them.
3rd Limestone
Moon Label was accosted by a...thing while working in the pottery today. One of the dogs chased the creature to the beach and savagely mauled it before being injured in return. The creature was bleeding out onto the sand when Splint and I reached it. He clove it's skull with two blows to the head.
It was a short, rather ugly beast. I can only assume it was no animal, for it wore clothes and carried a large knife of dark, heavy metal. Splint has claimed it for himself and wields it along with his sword. Talakin says that the metal is mentioned in some of our old records as iron, a substance we have not had access to for centuries supposedly. It seems harder and sharper than our copper weapons, maybe we can find a few more iron weapons somehow.
And perhaps we could find some more of these little creatures, it was most pleasant to stand above it's broken body and watch the last breath rattle from it's chest. I rather want to see it happen again.
16th Limestone
We have a place to rest our heads at least. Hawke has finished our sleeping hall and installed a few beds. There is little privacy, but it keeps the sun, rain and wind off us.
22nd Sandstone
A band of travelers, or pilgrims I suppose... perhaps refugees is a better term?
Regardless, a group of eight has come to join us.
We have plenty of supplies, room to spare for newcomers and a great deal need for more hands to work. Regrettably none of the newcomers are of much use for building, mining or fighting, not that we have the equipment for them to fight anyway.