Here's my journal entries for the first half of the year. This a quick warning. I may have gone overboard and their a bit lengthy. At the end of the year I'll post a quick summary of what's important for whoever takes over in case their rather not read this.
First Entry: We are lost. Very very lost. We were part of a huge expedition to establish a glorious outpost at a nearby volcano, except our wagon got lost, in the middle of a vast untamed forest. We are running low on supplies but after days of wandering we have finally found a cliff face. Now our only chance of survival is to build a new home.
1st of Granite: (early spring) I’ve been voted the leader of this outpost. Why my fellow dwarfs would vote for a simple mason is unknown, but none of us really are particularly suited for a leadership rule. My first task was to survey the surroundings.
There was a brook in a valley below us. A ramp would be needed for quick access. There was an exposed vain of iron ore, and an entire Cliffside of Dolomite. That got me thinking. Iron and flux, in plain view, and hundreds of trees. I could order a forge to be set up, clear-cut the forest to upset the elves that surely must be nearby in such a tree infested wasteland, make a little steel. If it wasn’t for the fact that we had no idea where we were this wouldn’t be such a bad place.
Then one of my miners ran up to me. “I’ve spotted a deep chasm, full of ratmen. This place is doomed.”
I pulled up the rough map I drew up of the local area and looked at it. Then I replied “You mean this chasm. The one that is physically impossible to reach without climbing a cliff. That’s no danger. Now go start digging.”
“Yes sir. The construction of WindLeopard will commence.”
“WindLeopard? There’s not a Leopard in sight. Why is the fortress called WindLeopard?”
“We voted. It won”
Sometimes I have serious doubts about my fellow dwarfs.
1st of Hematite: (early summer) it’s been three month’s since I was appointed leader. In that time, I have overseen the basic necessities for our fort’s survival. WindLeopard, as much as I shutter the utter such a silly name, now has beds for all seven of us, workshops for the forts basic necessities, even a farm built into a layer of sand found in the cliff’s above. My miners are now carving out stockpiles to safely hold our supplies, and a dining room so we have somewhere nice to eat. I personally took advantage of the grotto our fort is located in to build a gate. When I pull this lever the bridge will rise sealing us from the outside world.
18th of Hematite: (early summer)
Kobolds. Even when you’re utterly lost they can still find you. Two thieves raided the fortress today. The first I saw briefly at the gate before it fled empty handed. The second was torn apart by our wardogs.
1st of Malachite: (mid summer)
I awoke to find a trade depot had been constructed. When I asked my fellow dwarfs why, they said it was for the caravan. When I asked why they expected a caravan, when no one including us had any idea of where we were, they just said not to underestimate the caravans. They're all crazy.
In other news I’ve had to reassign the fisherdwarf’s duties, after he kept screaming about an eagle being half a mile away. For now he will do whatever odd tasks need to be done.
1st of Limestone. (early autumn)
After being hounded for two month’s about making sure the fort will be in good condition, for the liaison that is never going to arrive because we are LOST, I’ve set up a basic refining operation. Already we have a few bars of steel for our efforts. Not that anyone’s every going to come by to see it.
The second half of the year should be up in the next few days. I'll try to make it a bit shorter next time.
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