THE CHRONICLES OF FIRSTFORTUNE, Pt. I
Kulet Eribkon, queen of the Sack of Corridors, decreed in 1050 that a new settlement was to be founded. Our party of seven, dubbed "the Trade of Dominions", arrived in our new home on the first of Granite in 1051. It was a peaceful place, full of beauty, and we couldn't wait to start exploiting it. We called the place "Firstfortune", and knew it was destined for greatness.
In retrospect, that was a pretty bad call right there.
The first thing we did was take the wheels off the wagon. The second thing we noticed was that we had parked on top of the frozen river. I know, we dropped the ball there, but in our defense, there was snow everywhere. We couldn't tell at first. Happily, with a little effort, we took apart the wagon and laid everything out on solid ground with time to spare before the thaw. Cerol, Tobul, Lokum, Lor, and I took care of that while Feb took to chopping wood, and Obok went hunting. Once it was done, and the spring thaw came around, we decided to build a bridge across it. It was during the bridge's construction that we realized it had been a week since anyone had seen Obok. I don't remember who found the poor bastard, but it turns out he'd drowned in the thaw. Cerol, Feb, and Lor took it hard. I was just ticked we'd lost a perfectly good crossbow.
Cerol and Tobul are our miners, so we're relying on them to dig out our lodgings. In the meanwhile, we all hope the Crow Women leave us be. By Armok, I still can't believe I'm in charge of this hellhole.
--Mebzuth Swordtrammeled, expedition leader
9th Felsite, 1051