I see nobody's taken the craftsdwarf. Well, I wouldn't want to be blamed for stranding my friends in the middle of bloody effing nowhere either.
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Journal of Vincent, Early spring, Year 1
Well, our merry little troupe has boldly gone where no sane dwarf has gone before, and it's starting to bite us in the ass. Flint, the self-rightous bugger, keeps going on about it all of our fault. Ikthol is still incredibly optimistic, Saying that since it's spring, trees'll start growing soon. I don't think He grasps the concept of "Badlands" well. I've had a breather from smashing Skikes and Skamels, Mook's done bloody all nothing but slouch against the broken wagon, and Sil's been chatting exitedly to Snuzlsa. After a bit, the two grabbed their picks and ran off away from the river.
Meanwhile we get another lovely suprise skirmish, and our war dogs are crippled. This is just getting better by the effing second.
*The writing is intterupted abruptly by blood spatter.*
(Well, so much for Vincent. He died pretty quickly. :<)
Journal of Sil, Early spring, Year 1
Poor Vincent. He was always an angry fellow, but he was a good hammerdwarf. Now we just have Flint for protection...
I'm digging out that mechanic's workshop. ASAP.
I was beginning to worry we wouldn't strike stone. While two layers of soil meant an extra layer between the farm and the skamels, It meant we would have to build everything out of wood. A commodity we are in short supply of already. While we have twenty logs in the wagon, It's not nearly enough to make everything we need.
However, we dug down a bit more, lo and behold, Gabbro and siltstone! Snuzulsa takes this as a good sign. Siltstone is sedimentary, and a sedimentary layer means Coal and Iron veins!
... However, He quickly shot down my exitement with an observation that we don't have an anvil because the humans bought it off of us, and we only have 10 bars worth of charcoal to start with, so the best we can do is make iron walls.
Damn Humies.
I get to hear more yelling and suddenly a dog screming bloody murder. We took it as motivation to dig out secure lodgings even faster. If they're out there for much longer, they might not be out there at all soon!
I hear more animals screeching. Sounds like our cats and our donkey died.
We're going to have to dig out a big tomb for the animals alone, never mind us!
Well, after some time, I managed to dig us out some workshops. A Mason's, a Mechanic's and a Carpenter's.
However, when Ikthol went outside to grab some wood from the wagon, she attracted the attention of a skamel.
Flint and his dog were trampled to death trying to save her.
This is like a bad horror movie. If this keeps up, we'll be just another statistic...
Ah, shit. The camel's on a rampage, and it's up to us to stop it. Say hello to Mr Pick, Came...
*The writing is obscured by blood smears.*
(Among the dead are Sil, Mook, and Snuzulsa.)
*The writing is hasty and scribbled.*
Oh, god, oh man...
Sil, Mook, and Snu are dead! They've joined Vincent and Flint in the afterlife...
It's only me and Asob left...
It's all Asob's fault! If He just had taken the road around this never would've happened!
To whoever's reading this note, congrats on surviving so far. GET OUT! Run away! this place is cursed! We're all long dead by the time you read this! Go, save yourself! Now, I have a Skamel to kill!
*There's blood spatter on the note, but it continues on...*
... Oh god...
Asob's injured badly, and I somehow survived... His entire lower body is a mangled mess... He'll be bedridden for the rest of his short life...
It happened so quick. I just rushed in with my axe... soon, the Skamel was just a pile of bones, and Asob's injured.
We have to march on! For Vincent! For Flint! For Sil, Mook, and Snu!
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