[[OOC: I put up two months- technically three-, since the first one was so short.]]
Year 550, Month of Granite, 15
We have arrived at last! After a long, exhausting journey, in which my six companions whined -incessantly- at me- “We’re tiiiired,” “We’re huuuungry,” “There’s -goooobliiiins-,”- we have reached a suitable position to build our new fortress, Massivedoor. The seven of us are:
Tab
Telos
Wisp
Okibi
Aqua
Ayyar08- an odd name, I know!
And finally, last but certainly not least, me.
I picked a pretty good spot for us, if I do say so myself- which, for the record, I do! Plenty of water, good soil, minerals- it’s all very lovely. Shame that my companions are incompetent!
As the only one with any medical knowledge, I’m the chief medical dwarf as well as the leader- which is irksome, but what can you do, eh? At least I’m not in charge of -everything-.
Tab took over the role of militia commander and Sherrif, while Ayyar took over managing things and keeping records. Okibi reluctantly took the role of broker- and I have no clue what that lazy woman, Aqua, is supposed to do.
I’ve laid out the building plans for the entrance hall, so now it’s just a matter of getting it done. Time to go get to work.
Year 550, Month of Granite, 27We haven’t made very much progress yet- only about half of us are able to work at a time. Still, we’ve made a decent start carving out the entry hall.
Year 550, Month of Slate, 03I’ve instructed everyone who isn’t working on the entry hall to start work on building a fortification up above. It’s fairly large, but the animals need to be able to graze, after all.
Year 550, Month of Slate, 09Progress on the entry hall is going well- we’ve got it all dug out now. I’ve sent the miners to work on carving out workshops for now, since we’ll need the- what do you mean suspended?!
Mrng. Let’s go see what they’re whining about...
...Seriously? Morons, the lot of them!
Year 550, Month of Slate, 22
With the month swiftly drawing to a close, I find myself disappointed. We’re not yet at the point I had hoped we would be at- we still have a ways to go. Still, I must remind myself that we -did- only just arrive. Patience is the key.
Year 550, Month of Felsite, Unspecified dateBoring month. Nothing happened. I'm going back to bed.