1st Granite
Snow, snow and ice everywhere. That was the first thought the Kreegus had when the caravan finally ground to a halt in the narrow valley that rose around the brook the prophet had marked. The ground underfoot crunched as he lept from the wagon with his crossbow and bolts. Behind him the other six slowly creeped out of the wagon, their canine snouts sniffing the air gingerly as they took a survey of this new land. Of the seven who had come, the only other male in the group was Pun-Pun. The smart 'bold had been chatting cheerily with the girls, trying to woo them with his impression of Glayrin's masculinity and courtiousness. Not that Kreegus minded. After all, it was thanks to Pun-Pun's focus on Glayrin that allowed the hunter to take command of the small band.
"We here!" Kreegus said happily, his head nodding in a happy motion. "This Xunoxlugo. See?"
The others looked out distainfully. Snow covered the ground still, and most of the brook was still frozen, with the few parts that remained liquid containing many chunks of ice and grime. Fluffy snarled slightly as Kreegus spoke, "No fish. Too cold. What fluffy do?"
With that everyone looked at Kreegus, their wary glances causing him to stoop his shoulders slightly and shuffle his feet before answering, "Everyone work. That what we do! Fluffy, look for cold fish. Meegus, get wood from cart. Everyone work, everyone help. We start now, warm time soon make us safe! I go find more food."
12th Granite
Pun-Pun sat in the recently-build kitchen of Xunoxlugo. Slowly stirring a pot of tallow over an open fire. The workshop sat in a wide cluster of temporary buildings, it's wooden cabinets and walls making a rough semi-circle around the brook. To the east the sound of Vugeour's pick on the stone came from the edge of the low hill that rose over the brook.
Not far away a small mound of meat sat in a stockpile covered in leather. Three horse hides, three horses. "Kreegus do good" Fluffy said to herself as she felt the tallow slowly thicken in the pot. Behind the horse meat, several cleaned fish lay in a neat stack, their bodies neatly smoked and left to dry in the warm sun, "Fluffy do good. Kreegus, Fluffy brings lots of food. Kobold... we survive."
20th Granite - translations of scratchings found near the ruins of the kobold settlment of Xunoxlugo. Text translation cleaned by Urist Onolun, Dark Dwarf.
The basic layout of our home is slowly coming about. The main tunnel is nearly completed and the hallway of trading will be ready before the month is out.
Kreegus and I have discussed how his quarters will look. He insisted I make it as close to the Jrarbin as I could... I hope he likes it.
Below a roungh sketch is found in the engraving
2nd Slate
The cheers of the kobolds rang over the mountaintops as Pun-Pun exited the still, the heavy barrel in her arms wieghing more than she did. Hastily he dropped it on the ground and shouted to the others, his clear voice ringing across the valley. "Whip Vine is Whip Wine! Everyone drink! Party!"
Happy shouts across the camp rang in reply! One by one everyone stopped their work and grabbed a share of the wine, enjoying the roughly distilled drink with mirth. As the snow abated, joy seemed to filter into the Kobold camp along with the alcohol that had been made at their stills.
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