4th Slate, 251:
I have taken control of this mess of pits. The first parchment scrawl I get is of this fight:
The Rattlsnak misss the Stonwoker!
The Stonorker punces the Ratlesnake in the teethh with her riht handd and the sereved part fleis of in an ark!!
(obviously, i need a better scribe)
The fight goes on as the inhabitants of this pit watch. Osta Strataburar is exhilarated as she punches the snake and dodges its deadly attacks. She's young: only twelve, and already fighting. When she's done, and the snake is a mush on the ground, I ask her how she's doing. "Fine," she says, "but I could use some better food." Impudent little fool! Wait... she just arrived. She was part of the recent migrant wave. She'll eat the first of the rattlesnake meat! (Masterfully cooked by none other than myself, of course.)
Later that day, I see a cave dragon! "Attack!" I scream, but the nearest soldier laughs and tells me he's Snodub's pet. "Which Snodub?" I ask: we have three.
20th Slate, 251:
We apparently have a tavern now, and three bards have come to drunkenly scream. Just like everybody's doing now. Drunkenly screaming "poetry", drunkenly screaming drinking "songs", and drunkenly telling "a reeaaal tale, i'm teling yu! trulee!"
And all three bards are named Zolak. Zolak Snanggam, Zolak Snamozustol, and Zolak Ngomsur. Wonderful. Makes it easier to remember their names, at least. Some drunken idiot is carving "instrumeentsts" out of bone. Sounds like you're choking, or like a hive of bees. Or like you're playing a drum. The drums actually work, surprisingly, and they're my favorite out of all the "instrumeentsts".
18th Felsite, 251:
Rupdeus, the expedition boss, was found dead in the underground pool by a pair of fishers. I suspect someone shoved his body there after they cut him to bits, for he is indeed in bits. His head and arms and legs lay scattered around the pool. "'Tleast the fishies will like it," says one fisher.
Nix named himself the new expedition boss. Doesn't matter, I'm in charge! Hahahaheheheh!
20th Felsite, 251:
For the last month, I have ordered workers to build a palisade. Now it is done. Safety is now achieved!
"Boss, are you..."
Hahahahahahahahahaha!
"Haha, good one."
No, safety will never be achieved, not while the dwarves stand. But now we can meet them on our own terms, not in the middle of the tavern.