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[Nos3y]

Grukol's Journal, 20th Limestone, 1053
The Trader's brought nothing of interest. We must go another year without an Anvil. We've gotten a Steel Warhammer from them however. I might give it a whirl myself. Can never be too safe I suppose.

[Nos3y]

25th Limestone, 1053
"Can't believe I went through so much lumber already..." Vag slings her axe up onto her shoulder.
"But I AM getting closer to making the perfect catapult." she murmurs. Steading the axe against the base of a tree, she rears back to start cutting down the tree.
"One, Two, Three, Go~" she heaves the axe, cutting deep into the tree. She repeats her process several times.
"Alright, so one more tree should do it" she starts to pick up the wood when she hears a snarling behind her. She looks up from her piles of wood. To face a Werewolf. It howls in her face, her hair is pushed back from the force. She panicks, and brings the axe in an upward arc. It slices off it's hand. Though injured, it only spurred on it's rage. She starts to run, it follows behind her closely.
"SKADI!! JORHIND!! HEEEEEEEEELP!" she screams at the top of her lungs, she plunges through the Eastern Gate. Jorhind and Skadi turn the corner of the gate and immediately begin their assault. In a matter of seconds, the foul beast lay dead at their feet.
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ooc: That was the same werewolf that killed the Goblin. I could have left Vag to kill it, she seemed fine on her own

[ March 15, 2008: Message edited by: Nos3y ]

[Nos3y]

Grukol's Journal, 27th Limestone
We found three Thieves within the walls. They were chased off by Skadi, Jorhind, and Werewolf Fang. It shows that our outpost is becoming more well known. It also means that outside Forces are watching us.

[Nos3y]

Grukol's Journal, 29th Limestone, 1053
More Migrants have arrived!:
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1xPump Operator
1xThresher
3xPeasant
2xArmorsmith
1xCarpenter
1xBrewer
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This brings our number to 36. I feel there is a lack in our military. I will begin training a few of the peasants in the ways of Crossbows.

[Nos3y]

Grukol's Journal, 22nd Sandstone, 1053
A Thresher fell into a strange mood. He claimed a Craftsdwarf Workshop. He's locked himself inside, and hasn't come out yet. We're lead to believe that he may be using the bones the crafter was using to make Arrows. We can only wait now and see what he comes out with.

[Nos3y]

Grukol's Journal, 1st Timber, 1053
I had Lem go check on our reclusive Thresher. He had drawn hundreds of pictures of Shells on the walls. Unfortunately, we have no shells. We've locked the door, who knows how the dwarf will react to the lack of Shells...

[Kogan Loloklam]

Aren't turtles a jungle fish? How come we haven't fished one out. Maybe we can get lucky and fish a turtle out...

[Nos3y]

I've checked all ponds. There be none  

[GRead]

Turtles are pretty universal in ponds, but no matter where you are in the world you can't fish them in the winter.
Dunno why you can't find any in autumn, kinda strange.

[Nos3y]

Apparently I found out what was so Terrifying about this area.
NO TURTLES!

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[Nos3y]

8th Moonstone, 1053
"LEMME OUTTA HERE, I NEED SHELLLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSSS" screamed the Thresher on the other side of the door.
"I JUST NEED ONE, GIMME ONE, JUST ONE, PLEASE, JUST ONE!" heavy thuds are heard on the door, sand and dirt shift around the door frame.
Lem pokes her head out from the Mechanics workshop.
"Has he finally flipped?" she asks as the squad of Wrestlers arrive and stand around the door. Vag walks by without giving the situation a second look, she walks back again a second later loaded with wood. She mutters to herself.
"All these noises, breaking my concentration..."
"Well then, shall we let the poor bloke out?" asks one of the Wrestlers.
They slowly unlock the door and stand back. Nothing happens, it's quiet. They know not if he's killed himself or if he's playing possum. Suddenly, he bursts out of the room, naked, babbling incoherently.
"BRAGHALGLEARGHLABLEHSHELLSRAGLABAGLALARGADOOGOO"

[Lemnx]

Lem's Journal, 8th Moonstone, 1053

AH HAH AHH AHAAHA HAHAH! OH THIS IS TOO GOOD! That thresher finally snapped! I thought he would go on interrupting my work forever! When he came out of that room babbling and naked I couldn't help but start rolling on the ground laughing. Some of the guards were blushing at the nudity and others looked like they wanted to help the thresher. I just stood back up and got back to work. I'll let them scrape his dead body off the ground next month.

Back to work... (Random gears and shafts have been drawn)

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[Nos3y]

Grukol's Journal, 26th Opal, 1053
A peasant has been taken by a fey mood. He has claimed a Craftsdwarf workshop. I pray he needs no Shells. <an> I spoke to soon, he needs shells!

[ March 16, 2008: Message edited by: Nos3y ]

[Nos3y]

Grukol's Journal, 27th Opal, 1053
I've ordered two Coffins be placed in our new forming Catacombs. The others asked me why. I told them that One dwarf is flailing about, gibbering wildly, and slowly starving himself to death. The other one is about to come flying out of that room there with vengeance on his mind for not having Shells. I dont intend to have anyone get injured by an insane dwarf.

[Nos3y]

15th Obsidian, 1053
"He's dead" came a voice from behind him.

Grukol sighs inwardly to himself, but all the same knew that it would end that way.
"I saw it coming, atleast they have a proper Coffin for him in store." he tells the peasant.
"Move his body down to the catacombs. Do it swiftly" he waves him away.

He sits silently there for a while, thinking to himself. Death by Shells.