Profiles!
17th of Slate.Life had gradually settled down in the fortress of Pricemines. flabort's killer had gotten off without charges after the discovery that flabort was secretly a member of a cult that had been outlawed by Queen Domas years before, and with the militia already in shambles no one was interested in killing another of its members for no reason. None of this was known to Lubbe Innunubpo. All that the towering one-eyed armadillo knew was that someone had dared to build something where it would have preferred that nothing be built. It let loose a roar, pillars of flame leaping from its mouth, then charged towards the fortress.
Asmoth's Log:I think this is just going to be a generally crappy year...
18th of Slate.I finally managed to get the militia mobilised to deal with Lubbe, but the beast has decided to settle in the bottom of the lake outside our walls instead. It seems quite happy there, so I think we have no option but to leave it for now. The fires that it started before submerging will soon engulf the only spot the archers would be able to get a clear shot at the beast from, so until they die down we have no option but to wait.
20th of Slate.A vulture has stolen a masterfully made plump helmet roast. I'm trying to figure out why it was being stored outside.
11th of Felsite.Goden Lokumrur has risen from the dead to haunt the fortress. Why can't he be content with the deadchat like everyone else?
1st of Hematite.We found a cavy boar that had starved to death in the middle of the main meeting area. I hit its owner with the corpse, then gave a presentation on why it's actually necessary to feed your pets.