All hands find work to fill them as we prepare for the legends that will be born here, and so it is with great relief that we greet the migrant waves that come to bolster our ranks. A great wooden wall rises around this plot of land set aside for our livestock and farms. The carpenters work non-stop to produce the blocks that will shield us from invaders. Unsurprisingly, the tropical fibers of our homeland, cotton and flax, do not take root here in this far away place, but the ubiquitous hemp and rope reed will bring us wealth.
Although it was our very purpose to make contact, we are caught off guard by the arrival of a tadhgish caravan in the autumn. Our defenses have taken priority, and now it seems we have left little time to engage in trade. Next year, we shall not disappoint. It is with similar indifference that we great a caravan from our own civilization, Postar Nimenor, The Shield of Lands, in the winter. Now is not the time to grasp at wealth. Survival is of the utmost importance.
Here is what a year of toil has provided us:
Ground Floor:
What was once an average patch of earth is now the base of our fortress. Wood Block walls and a deep moat filled by Squirmvulgar now surround us.
Upper Floor:
Workshops:
A small hole in the ground for our workshops. No great thought or plan has guided them, only necessity. To the northwest of the central shaft, a dormitory, for now, to rest our weary workers, and to the northeast, the Corridor of Celebration, a temple to ease our minds. And the path due north leads to...
Tavern:
This mighty scar within the soil shall host the tavern that we hope will be the centerpiece of our fortress. It is surely with a jolly heart from giddy expectation that our Lagomers have named the tavern "The Tummy of Fighting". The sandy floor does not serve our purpose, so we have begun to build wooden blocks across the floor. Eventually, we will cover up the chaos of nature in its entirety with the signs of industry and civilization. I had hoped to fill the floors with the more valuable stoneware bricks, but I'm afraid the process of their creation has proven too tedius, and I find it imperative that we open the tavern as soon as possible to attract the visitors that are our reason to exist. None have arrived so far, but we have hardly started.