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[Lovechild]

Nice journal ShapedWhisper, that is an ambitious plan. Let's see if Isper can pull it off. 

Just something to note, only the starting seven are from across the sea, Isper and the other migrants are natives to the land of elves and dwarves.

[Cathar]

You will note that my plans litterally cannot fail

[ShapedWhisper]

Nice journal ShapedWhisper, that is an ambitious plan. Let's see if Isper can pull it off. 

Just something to note, only the starting seven are from across the sea, Isper and the other migrants are natives to the land of elves and dwarves.

Argh I done goofed with the dog part!
My bad

[Lovechild]

5: Just as planned

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Isper paced around in his room. He had realized the motives behind his earlier actions. Fools who just hoped for good things would never get them. They had to be seized, in competition with your rivals!

Now that the office of outpost liaison had been given to Emung... it could be taken away. Isper was clearly more suited for it. He considered what his next step would be. Emung had appointed Justin Torridwhite from the militia as camp leader. "Leader", what a joke. Justin was clearly Emung's pawn. Isper would move against him first.

Isper went out into the rain, and caught Justin hurrying to the Palisade Watch's training room.

"Justin!" he called.

Justin stopped, tugging at his hood to keep the rain away. "What?"

"I have some complaints regarding your leadership!"

Justin looked confused.

"We're supposed to make trade on a large scale soon", Isper said, "but there are no trading goods being produced!"

"Wha - ? Look, I had a great idea last night! It's really annoying to have to drink wine straight from the barrel, right? So I thought, why don't we make some metal goblets? We can use those for drinking, and sell the spares to the dwarves! I told Letterjoys, and he said he'd look into it."

Isper smiled inwards. He had already heard about that from Letterjoys.

"I apologize, Justin", he said. "I didn't realize you were so forward-thinking. If anyone's to blame, it's Emung... that outpost liaison doesn't deserve a camp leader like you."

Isper walked away, already thinking about his next move.

"Justin!" commander Ombragon shouted from the training room. "What are you standing out there for? Get in here! You have sparring to do!"

Justin had no idea what Isper had been talking about. He hurried inside, and finally got out of the rain.







The next day, Letterjoys started forging goblets from silver. He wasn't entirely sure they were of "dwarven" quality, but... they had to be worth something, right?

With proper goblets to drink from, the meeting hall got a more festive atmosphere.

"This old shelter is a proper tavern now", Emung said to the herbalist Sequman Strongbows.

"Heh, the Old Shelter", Sequman said. "That is a good name for a tavern, actually."



"The basement's bursting with wine", Sequman said. "Maybe that could be something to sell to the dwarves?"

"That's a great idea!" Emung said. "Dwarves like to drink, don't they?"

"Yeah! And it must be hard for them to make their own liquor... I've never been to a dwarf fortress, but I don't think they grow crops there!"



Life at Lostshore was much less of a struggle now than a year ago. In the evenings, the sounds of dance and merriment rose from the Old Shelter.

One night, Cathar decided that enough was enough. She'd been going back and forth in her head over what she really felt for Princesscrimson, and she couldn't reach a conclusion. She'd made a few subtle (she hoped) passes at him, but he hadn't given much of a response. But she would be subtle no more. She would go to Princesscrimson, and directly ask him if he felt anything for her. Then perhaps, she could put her own feelings into words.

She went into the Old Shelter, and looked around. Princesscrimson was drinking and laughing with Distancerevered, the miner. Cathar walked towards them. She would have to drag Princesscrimson away from his friend, it couldn't be helped, she had to talk with -

Princesscrimson leaned over and kissed Distancerevered on the mouth.

Cathar stopped in her tracks.

The two men embraced each other, and kept on kissing, more intensely.

Cathar sighed. Well, at least she knew now.



Autumn had come. Emung was up on the palisade, talking with Ombragon about new armor for the militia... and that's when he saw them.



They came out of the misty woods, one by one. They were as large white horses, with long spiral horns growing from their foreheads, and flowing manes. They moved past the palisade slowly, gracefully, and disappeared into the forest again.

Emung had frozen, staring at them. "Beautiful", he gasped. As he came out of it, he noticed that Ombragon was gripping the haft of his spear, hard.

"Beautiful? Deadly dangerous", Ombragon said. "In the time of my great-grandparents, the elves rode unicorns to war. That horn will go straight through a soldier's mail shirt, and out the back."

Emung swallowed, and looked back at the treeline. The forest was still.

A few weeks later, there were new arrivals at Lostshore.



These people weren't fleeing elven raiding parties, however; they had left Wonderbowl of their own volition. There were seven of them, and they had heard about Lostshore from the nomad traders - that it was a new, growing human settlement, one the elves did not torment.



Lostshore had indeed grown, Emung thought. They kept putting up new buildings; the Palisade Watch had just got their own rooms in barracks along the wall, for instance. But there was a frightful thought at the back of his mind. If they kept going like this... would the elves leave them alone for much longer?

* * *

This tiny village is full of drama.

@Cathar "I'm so popular I have a liaison with the liaison" ahahahaha

Seriously though I really love seeing these characters in journals and drawings, it's very inspiring!

Here's Sequman's personality:

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And here are the new migrants:

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Crazerakes, male planter. Has a goose as a pet.
Snarlescorts, male gem setter and wood burner.
Cuddlecreatures, female wax worker and general craftswoman. Wife of Springembrace.
Springembrace, male stonecrafter. Husband of Cuddlecreatures.
Roompoints, male bowyer, and an axe fighter. Has two pets: a goose and a goat.
Shanklace, male trader with some martial training.
Applessubmerge, female soap maker and very good with a mace.

[Cathar]

The two men embraced each other, and kept on kissing, more intensely.

Plan B was a total success !

Also for our trade, I have an idea ! I will make cages with feather wood, and we'll capture unicorns ! And we will make a stable ! And we will sell them against steel but I'll keep one for myself to ride into the sunset when it's all over

[ShapedWhisper]

Journal entry 2: Around very late summer of the second year we have been here, the stress of living here has been getting to me, but we’ve been having a few parties for a few nights and it’s been helping people forget how cruel the world is, matter of fact I think I saw two guys making out. And, oddly enough I think I saw one of the carpenters stare at them doing it, whether it was in shock or out of fascination I couldn’t tell. Seemed creepy to me.
Otherwise, not much else to note, I’ll wait until the trade with the dwarves occurs before making any moves to improve the outpost’s leadership.

[Cathar]

Oh, while I'm at it,  could you post the equipment of the pallissade watch? And if you have time, of the main characters? So I can draw other character than my own at time.

It may also be a good idea to start raising cattle very soon, especially if metal is sparse, so we can equip our militia with armors. Other suggestion for the industry is to cultivate rope reeds and make crafts out of cloth. This is renewable way to produce extremely valuable trade goods

[Lovechild]

Here's a quick look at the equipment of the most prominent characters.

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The Palisade Watch all have the same equipment (aside from their weapons: one spear, two long swords, one mace, one hammer). I'm planning on getting them copper gauntlets and high boots too.

[Justin]

I hope we can trade for enough steel to upgrade all of our weapons.

[Lovechild]

6: Opportunities

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Winter had come. Cathar had heard of the unicorns passing by outside, and been very intrigued. She talked to Emung about the possibility of capturing some.

"Unicorns must be valuable!" she said. "And I'm sure the dwarves would love them!"

"We could set some cage traps", Emung said, "and see if we can catch any. We'll need a mechanic's workshop first though, to make trap mechanisms."

Cathar was pleased. She hoped not all unicorns would be sold to the dwarves, though... she'd love to have one for herself.



In the meantime, Cathar made wooden amulets in the newly constructed crafting workshop. She had fond childhood memories of carving amulets for her mother. And now as an adult, she had become very good at woodworking, if she said so herself.

However, Cathar soon realized that crafting a tiny amulet was something entirely different from constructing a bed or table. The amulets turned out... fine. If she said so herself.



Some of the new migrants - Roompoints, Shanklace, and Applessubmerge - had fighting experience, and enlisted in the Palisade Watch, bringing it to eight members. They had left an unsafe home behind, and would train hard to protect their new one.



In the spring, the mechanic's workshop had been constructed. Learnedlured made mechanisms for the traps from sandstone, while Cathar and Princesscrimson constructed light and strong cages from featherwood.



Another seven migrants arrived along the coast. Lostshore was talked about in Wonderbowl as a safe haven, a place of new opportunities, they said.

Emung hoped they could live up to their reputation.



Meanwhile the cage traps were set up in the forest. Now they just had to wait for the unicorns.



In the summer, the nomads visited Lostshore as usual. Emung made some small trade with them; a silver goblet for a few rolls of cloth. He wanted to save the goods for the dwarves.

"Did you speak with the dwarves?" he asked the nomads.

"We did, but they made no promises. Perhaps they'll come by, perhaps they won't. Hard to know what a dwarf is thinking."



Later in the summer, even more migrants came. There were eight of them this time, and among them were the first children to settle in Lostshore. Two boys aged six and three, accompanied by their father, a man named Cakethrower. No mother was present.



House after house was raised in Lostshore, trying to keep pace with growing population.

Emung considered what his and Questscribed's home should look like. It really should be something grander than a simple room on the upper floor of a workshop... but he didn't know if he could justify that, what with many people still lacking their own homes. However, Questscribed had an idea.

"I've been thinking about having a place to treat sick and wounded people", she said to Emung. "I do know a few cures."

"Yes", Emung said. "We haven't had any serious injuries yet... but it's good to be prepared. I'm sure people wouldn't be against that."

"It'll have to be a large building." Questscribed gave Emung a knowing smile.

"Yes. One that can be expanded, upwards." Emung smiled back.

"We can have our rooms above the hospital, and then... I've been studying the feather trees around here. The power of this land gathers in them, concentrates. With a large tower, made entirely from featherwood, I can tap into that power... and do much more than simple healing."



The foundation of the tower was laid, secured in the mystical soil.

* * *

Here are the new migrants:

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Joinwhite, male cook.
Lancesuitor, male herbalist and gem cutter
Spongysear, female gelder and metalworker.
Flypraises, male fishery worker, a good spearman. Has a sheep as a pet.
Heatkingdoms, male soap maker and leatherworker.
Bluntprank, female presser.
Kneadedscribed, male bowyer.
Talldust, female cook.
Chantshields, female wood cutter and lye maker.
Tilebegun, female weaver and clothier.
Curledgrip, male trader.
Floorclean, male papermaker. Has two pets: a pig and a cat.
Cakethrower, male glazer with some martial skill. Single father with two sons.
Planeconjures, son of Cakethrower, age 6.
Meadsculpt, son of Cakethrower, age 3.

[UselessMcMiner]

Could I be Humaned as Questscribed? If not then Furhand. My name could be Uselotte or the like.

[ShapedWhisper]

[You get a cookie if you get who my character sounds like]

Journal entry 3-1: It is around autumn right now not much is happening so I may document more mundane things for now, it helps with the depression, like how the feather trees have been shedding their leafy…Feathers? I think? I think I will take some of the feathers from these trees and stuff them into my pillow for the night to help my insomina, who knows? Maybe they’ll grant me pleasant dreams.

Entry 3-2 The Next Day: Currently morning and, amazing! I’ve had a wonderful sleep! Those feathers are practically magical, I wonder if I should let the others know about their comfortable nature?

Entry 3-3 The Next Day: Again, I must say that those feathers-leaves are amazing! It helps one sleep like a baby, but…I can’t help but feel…off the rest of the day, I know I’m normally depressed and have been feeling more hopeful recently but, my emotions feel somewhat.... of a blur? I suppose? Almost like a mixture of two opposing emotions blending together, I need to think for a bit.

Entry 3-4 Two Days Later: I’ve been thinking about the people around here and I can understand how they are feeling now, they have been feeling more…hopeful, and so have I, but they’re temporarily ignoring the despair around them while I still recognize it. The pain the elves have caused to our people and everything wrong with our world. I have realized that we need to become more hopeful as a people. Only strong-willed, optimistic people should be alive.

Entry 3-5 Another Two Days Later: I’ve been talking with others and I can see how they feel, the sad ones and the ones that give up easily aren’t worth having around. Our society needs to be positive and strong to overcome the despair the elves have caused PERMANENTLY without any chance of recessing back into sadness.  I’ve shared a few of my worries with Emung and said that maybe we should keep the happier people away from the more sad ones, Emung said he would sleep on it, so I then offered my pillow as token of good will. He-

[As you turn the page you find that next page to the journal is missing!]

[Lovechild]

I'm going away for two weeks, so this thread will take a break.

Isper has some grandiose ideas, let's see how that turns out

[Lovechild]

7: Happiness

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In the late summer, the wax worker Cuddlecreatures gave birth to a son! She and her husband Springembrace decided to name him Sensedrilled.



Sensedrilled was the first child born at Lostshore, and the adorable baby lifted everyone's spirits.



Cathar was working hard at the new, grand building. It was supposed to be a hospital, she understood, but Emung had requested a few extra floors, saying they could "come in handy". And it was all to be made out of featherwood, for some reason. At least the logs were easy to haul.

Even as she move through the hustle and bustle of people carrying logs, putting up walls, laying down floors, Cathar felt more lonely than ever. It was as if everyone but her had someone to care for, who cared about them... Cathar tried to shake off those feelings, she knew they were irrational. But they lingered.

"Hey Walkedelbow", someone said behind her. "Where do you want these?"

Cathar turned around. It was Ropepracticed, one of Cathar's former crewmates on the Omen, carrying a load of featherplanks on his shoulder.

"Oh, those are for the floor", Cathar said, torn from her brooding. "Lay them out across the beams."

Ropepracticed did so, and Cathar started nailing the planks down. As Ropepracticed turned to leave, Cathar looked up at him, and time seemed to slow for her.

Brooding and pondering had gotten Cathar nothing so far, she realized. And it never would.

"Ropepracticed!" she called out. "You want to grab some potato wine later?"

Ropepracticed smiled over his shoulder. "Sure", he said.



In the autumn, another ten migrants arrived from the south. There were now fifty-two people living at Lostshore.



The featherwood building was now complete, rising above all other structures in Lostshore, shining white in the sun.

This is just the first stage, Uselotte Questscribed thought. But it was a good start. On the bottom floor, a hospital had been set up to treat any injuries that might occur at Lostshore. Above that, with another entrance to the west, was Emung's new office. Well, it was more of a throne room than an office, really. On the next floor was a great dining hall. And on the top floor was Emung's and Uselotte's bedrooms.

Standing in her white room, the witch felt the serene energy of the land flow under her feet, above her head, through her... More floors were still needed, however. Floors with more esoteric purposes.



As the sun set, Isper beheld the finished "hospital". A huge building. Its construction had halted the raising of other buildings. This, coupled with the steady flow of migrants, meant the housing situation was worse than ever. That would lead to unhappiness. Isper had talked to Emung about separating the happy citizens of Lostshore from the unhappy ones, for the good of society, but the outpost liaison hadn't been receptive. That man cares only for his own happiness, Isper thought. It was clear that if anything was going to change, Isper would have to do it himself. But... not entirely by himself, of course. There had to be others who would see things his way.

In another part of Lostshore, Cathar was sitting in the grass, also looking up on the white building.

"Well done", she said to the man sitting next to her, holding her hand.

"You too", Ropepracticed said.

The two of them pulled closer together.



Winter came. One evening, Justin was sparring as usual - when suddenly, he noticed glowing red eyes outside the palisade.



"Snatchers!" he shouted.



In the blink of an eye, the Palisade Watch rushed out. The goblins ran away into the dark woods, screaming in gleeful, high-pitched voices.

"Come, children, come with us! Come and be free, be free forever!"

The swordswoman Heatshield managed to catch up with one of the goblins. She lunged, stabbing it in the back, and the goblin stumbled.

"Rotten child-stealer!" she shouted, wrenching the sword out.

"Release your children", the goblin coughed, "release the children you've - "

Heatshield raised the sword above her head, and brought it down, cleaving the goblin's skull.

Later, Emung and Uselotte went with commander Ombragon to take a look at the goblin, or what was left of it. It was a short, gray-skinned creature, with long red hair. They couldn't make out what the face had looked like - and they'd rather not look that way.

Emung coughed into his hand. "Are these creatures... common?"

"They live in a black fortress, in the southwest", Ombragon said. "Thousands of them."

"O-oh."

"They steal children, where they can. I hear the dwarves have been at war with them for centuries. But they've never come in force to our lands, thank the gods."

Emung whispered to Uselotte. "Were these creatures in your visions?"

"I saw red eyes in the darkness", she whispered back. "But the darkness was... dense."

"Well, hopefully this is the first and last we see of them."

Something told Uselotte that Emung was wrong.

* * *

Here we go again!

New migrants:

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Flashlancers, male grower. Husband of Summitguild.
Summitguild, female glassmaker. Wife of Flashlancers.
Cloisterliving, female trader.
Apexwipe, male wood burner and metal crafter with some figher training.
Orblark, female bowyer.
Glowingnested, male gem setter.
Breathteal, female siege operator.
Wiltfling, female weaver.
Fancykingdoms, male wood burner. Has a sheep and a dog as pets.
Sloppedpasses, male weaver.

[Cathar]

My plan worked ! Like they always do ! Totally foilless
This is adorkable ♥ Amma sketch some stupidities soon