the continued storyAfter a day or two of huffing and puffing, the wolf left our houses standing. Instead, it chased down our stray donkey, and proceeded to batter it to death with a pair of pants. Or, at least, it tried to, before passing out from exhaustion. I, Lamlem, was peeking out the barn door at the fight and noticed the opportunity. I screamed and, like clowns from a clown car, everyone ran out from their hiding places and beat the wolf-thing to death.
We really need proper weapons. While I had managed to equip the weaponsmith with the blunderbuss, there was no sign of an attack from him during the scuffle.
With that, the were was done. it was late spring, and two were dead, along with a half-devoured sheep and a maimed donkey. Our turkeys were safe, I suppose . . we have over 50 poults now, separated into cages according to generation. Our booze is overflowing and the fruit trees show no signs of failing.
It was decided that I, Lamlem Braidhammers, would lead us now. The mason, the architect, and designer of many of these structures, I elected myself to the position on learning of Kelzy's untimely death by wolf fist.
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Summer arrived, along with migrants.
Cute... we decided to draft some of these pumpkins into the militia and commence full time weapons training. The traders would arrive soon, hopefully with proper gear.
Our second floor rooms have almost been completed. This is a good time to point out how long building takes right now. This can be fixed with more haulers and or better building materials, like blocks. For now - to keep things looking trim I have settled on wood.
Bare of everything except the essential furniture.
Sadly, we cannot easily manufacture windows without sand on this map.
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The old temple ruins. I feel uneasy walking past this place. We should rebuild, but I have not the urge . . someone else should reclaim this land properly.
One of our unburied (the graves are taking too much time, you see...) has returned as a ghost. One 'Fran', the miner.
We are all shaken by this. Fran likes to hide inside the food barrels and pop out when we go for late night booze runs.
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The pump house complete, we turned it on, yet this was our first mistake as we had severely underestimated the power of the device.
A muddy wave of streamwater flooded out from the pond, like some kind of unearthly spout.. but we stopped the pump in time to avoid true catastrophe.
Once the mud dried, we had ourselves a nice water feature!
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Our brethern traders arrived, with just the weapons and tools we were looking for. We also purchased many bags and raw cloth, leathers, and some metal objects to hopefully melt down. A great pumpkin was also purchased, along with a couple of swords and a hammer.
Here is our side of the agreement:
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A clan of badgers arrived, with many a nasty boar looking to fight:
While I was not present at the time, it was said that the child was oblivious to the hungry, snarling creature as it snuck up around the southern dorm entrances. Before anyone could intervene, it was too late, and though she survived Euph will forever remain armless.
Of particular note is that Euph is the child of Fran, our late miner who was the first to die to the werewolf this past spring, and the very same Fran who has returned as a ghost to haunt our food stocks. The other parents continue to look after Euph's mental wellbeing, though we can only hope for the best after such trauma. Werewolves, badgers, what next?
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well, another werewolf to be exact about it:
The furry bastard was spotted just west of the new pumphouse. Many a pumpkin is nearby, with only a few doors...
I paused here. The hurt was too much... so much progress, and would it all be lost? I must continue tomorrow.
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