Prologue:
Since the first day wars were fought and the goblins are moving more and more south with every battle won. Their spies are spread across the civilizations, rulers are dying like flies, meanwhile the goblins are growing stronger. We are the only civilization trying to stop them while the elves are hiding on their island and the humans are hiding in their cities in the south, but it won't work. Sooner or later if we fall the continent will perish before their might. I Snow and my seven comrades agree to rise a fortress that could distract the goblins while the mountainhome gets ready for a final assault.
*Signed by seven people*
Snow's journal:
Spring 250
Well, actually that's not how it truly happened folks, it was more like: king invite seven very skilled dwarfs over for dinner, we (drunk) sign a piece of paper, than the next day we either hang for breaking an agreement with the king or we do what we are supposed to. So we get into the wagon, continue on our journey, but there is a fucking twist - we've been put into the wrong wagon. This one was supposed to take livestock and food to a nearby fortress.
And this way I'm fucking here, with just a bunch of idiots, 30 animals, 40 barrels of ale, my pick, Tobul's two lucky cave wheat seeds and an anvil (I have no idea why Urdim always carries it around). I was sure we were gonna die.
Hmmm our biggest issue is solved - there is coal here. With no axes there would be no wood and no wood means no smelting and the king said he will only fucking accept metal crafts. With coal we might even survive till the caravan comes. Well, let's not get too excited yet.
There is no other option so I got to digging meanwhile Tobul our cook and mechanic started creating mechanisms. We will need them to somehow get rid of unwanted migrants. That's another shit the king demanded, we get rid of anybody who either can't do any metalsmithing or fighting, because that's the only way to find out if one is truly a dwarf and not a spy. Go meet the king they said, you will be happily drunk they said and now I'm fucking designing a mechanism to kill dwarfs great.
I haven't even noticed but it's almost summer and there is a shit tone of digging left, I should probably swing my pickax a bit more instead of writing this.
End of Spring