From the Journal of Kawe Esmelapip, a former court socialite (hence, the flowery talk) and jeweler:
Spring, year 5.
Well, we've finally arrived in this atrocious dump. What an abominable place. It was supposed to be a privilege to be here. Why, I inquire? The grass is wet underfoot, the river is somewhat salty and the beach has not even a grain of sand, being comprised of sandstone! I was even told that I would be forced to assist in the hauling of all kinds of filth! I protested, but to no avail.
However, being the leader of this band of malodorous urchins, I denigned to give commands. The wagon in which we had travelled was immediately deconstructed, and three workshops (a Crafter's, Mason's and Carpenter's) built from its remains. An order was given to strip the surrounding area of these unpleasant trees (for I am tired of their leaves lieing upon me when I doze) and to scour the unhealthy dirt of certain vegetables and herbs with which to supplement our diet. Meanwhile, the cat sees our food worthy of its decomposing prey (a lovebird and rhino lizard). How revolting.
Umcos and Ecsha dug an exploratory staircase into the stone; what riches shall Mother Earth release to use?
For now, nothing. However, the wooden and stone blocks built served mightily in the construction of Brick and Wood Splitting Blocks, one of each. I put Uhos to work breaking boulders there; they will be used to build a majestic wall in place of a great military.
However, that burly squire Idil heard me talking and took great offence, telling me that he was learned in the ways of battle. I dislike that brash man, but to quieten him, I made him Militia Commander and ordered the building of an armour stand. He chose an odd name for his squad in my humble opinion.
I decided to construct four farm plots to accelerate the production of food and drink; I am running out of my blackberry wine and could not bring myself to sup on that slush they call dandelion "wine". It was now that Kepfu let slip he belonged to the Tanner's Guild. Tanning, not something more constructive to our settlement's survival. T'was a pity - I very nearly liked him.
To ensure our fortress's economic viability, I ordered the construction of a Merchant's Stall for local traders to peddle their wares. We desperately need currency to pay the fees of the guilds. Those sacks of flesh made me build it myself.
Construction of the wall began to take place as a merchant arrived. I gave the fellow a trade licence, and without another word, he set up shop.
Two statues were also built to take centreplace in the new shrines.
A lucky sign!
The next was of humans, so... less so.
This was a difficult decision for me. Which to dedicate this first, and more attractive, holy place to? In the end, I decided for the god I am more dedicated to, Mete.
OOC:
I had NO idea what which god did which, so I chose at random.
Wrong one. >.<
I then constructed a second altar, and consecrated it to my other diety, of agriculture. I took a chance and upended a barrel of alcohol upon her shrine. Idil gave chase to a Faedog that had been wandering the wastes, but it was too fast and fleet of foot. This was perhaps beneficial, as Faedogs are ferocious fighters, and he wore no armour. As much as I disdain him, I would not see anyone hurt.
Ecsha and Gasom became lovers; checking their files, I noticed that one was nervous and the other calm. Hopefully they will balance each other out. Kepfu began to train war dogs - he has a way with the hounds. Uhos made a statuete of a little-known event in our history:
The feline is also a capable vermin hunter - on par with Puss from the tale of Mayor Whittington, who has unfortunately gone down in history as the originator of the Great Catsplosion.
Just as summer arrived, a Giant Tiercel Peregrine swooped out at me! I was forced to run for my life before its talons. Idil ought to be able to kill it (certainly more so than the 9 Giant Wild Boar safely on the other side of the river, thank the gods.)