Midsummer Migrants, four of them. A family of three, plus one extra:
Sibrek, a female Grower and Fisherdwarf. Tall and muscular, agile and strong: it's a shame she has no skills with a weapon. Regardless, she seems useful.
Doren, a male Papermaker with novice Threshing skill. I will take Lunardog off that task: he is better utilized as a grower.
Doren's father
Thikut, a cheese-maker and musician. In other words, a refuse hauler.
And finally, Doren's wife, whose birth name according to the books is 'Vucar' but goes by
'Zapas Wurdasmir, Poet'. Okay, um... I'm just going to ignore that for now. She's an Adequate Cook and Competant Axewoman, so she will at least be useful. Her paperwork also says she's killed... wait... that can't be right...
Ninety... ninety-seven trolls... what. How? Are these papers trustworthy? They
look legitimate.
I am unsure whether to allow her to join Sanctume in the kitchen (which would allow Santume time to practice her herbalism), or just give her an axe and let her solo all of Breakfastpit's enemies.
And now she's being introduced to us all by her husband as 'Hydrangea' Stoodevens. This woman is quite the enigma.
Oh wait, there's 2 more migrants I missed...
Onul, novice Grower and Spinner, and
Ducim, adequate Grower and competent Crossbowdwarf. Both male. Well, we can always use more construction workers.
One of the new dwarves, Ducim, goes out and kills a goose. I won't object to the extra meat, but it was hardly worth the bronze bolts he spent on it. We'll bring it inside and butcher it, but no more unsupervised hunting.
Rhinoceros herd! Zan (
OOC: our founding swordsdwarf, still unclaimed) and Hydrangea set out to bring us back the fattest rhino in the herd. The rest of the herd watch in horror while the two dwarves murder their companion.
They are fools if they think one rhino will satisfy dwarven bloodlust, however. Zan and Hydrangea target the next rhi- aaaargh!
"Dammit, Ducim is an idiot! He told us it was dead!"
"It... it is dead! It has to be, look! There's no way anything could survive with those wounds."
"By Nomal... actually, no. I'm not going to be scared of this. Undead or not, it's just a goose. Come on everyone! Charge! I still want to eat that bird!"
It's over.
I have a theory about why this happened. We already knew there was something off about that sea: perhaps the sand is infected with the same foul magic? Thank goodness Ducim killed that goose: imagine if we had discovered this horror with a rhinoceros corpse! [shudder]
We will need to make some changes around here, lest we be overrun by the dead...
In the cellar I have been digging beneath the longhouse, the border of the unclean white sand from the lake and the clean red sand of the surrounding hills is clearly visible. For now, we will ensure that the spoils of our hunting only ever rest on the red sand. Luckily, our butchers shop is positioned over the red sand already.