Journal of Edem Umstizcatten, First Curator of "Goldgifted"
12th Moonstone- ART! I hate art. Well, I guess statues aren't all bad. Good, decent, rock statues. No, no... ARTISTS! That's the real problem. Art would be just fine if it weren't for them. Leave the "feelings" and all that blather for those sissy, pantywaist elves, I say.
That's why, please, Armok, if you're really there, please, let me die in a cave-in - an honest, dwarvenly cave-in, just like Papa Umstizcatten - before I get to the Museum. To think that that rotten slime, Bomrek, "suggested" to the King that I was the best dwarf for the job! Why the King thought a barren wasteland in the middle of nowhere to be an excellent location to send his best miner, I have no idea.
But if there's anything less dwarven then art, it's loyalty, and what's left of Papa Umstizcatten - rest his soul - would turn in his grave if he knew I went against the King. I don't have any choice but to start the work. Myself and six others will set out for Limulegen, "Goldgifted", and prepare the way for the artisans that are scheduled to come later and build a "glorious" - ha! - monument to dwarven "craftsmanship" - double ha!
Our expedition consists of:
Myself, a miner a negotiator;
Degel Sanadducim, a miner and cook;
Edzul Uristotad, carpenter;
Olon Ifinled, a woodcutter who is equally adept at chopping limbs with her ax;
Risen Stibmerkadol, a mason;
Ustuth Dallithkeskal, farmer;
and Avuz Tosidod, a mechanic and brewer.
I have chosen to bring along ample supplies of food, booze, and wood. The surrounding area is only lightly forested, and the large stockpile of lumber will grant us a long reprieve before it becomes necessary to rely on Olon's ax.
1st Granite - We have arrived at the future site of Goldgifted. For better or worse, I cannot leave until my time is done. At least my six companions are solid, dependable dwarves that I can trust in this hard job. Strike the earth!
2nd Granite - Lousy... incompetent... worthless... FOOLS! Edzul, who was supposed to guide us to our destination, misread the map. The water table that is only supposed to be present on the north side of the volcano also extends to where we chose to excavate - within hours of digging, Degel and I struck aquifer. I take everything back. Please, Armok - just one little cave-in! That's all I ask!
11th Granite - Our attempt to bypass the aquifer by digging closer to the volcano has failed. The lava pipe narrows in such a way that we cannot avoid the aquifer without incinerating ourselves. We have no choice but to move our building site further south and dig into the mountain proper, though that will make it more difficult to reach the resources in the northern area.
In the meantime, the rooms we have dug close to the surface will suffice for temporary housing.
11th Slate - The entrance in the southern foothills is now ready, and we have begun moving supplies inside. First, however, we will return to the initial rooms for much-needed rest. Then the beds can be moved back to the proper, mountainous site. I should have known better than to trust anything that wasn't rock from the surface down.
24th Slate - The mountain site has been expanded subtantially, and Ustuth has begun planting our precious underground crops in the loam protected from the sun. I've also just received word that a small amount of aluminum has been struck in what will become one of our storage areas.
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